Ash
From a god
speckling highwayside
starlet corners
Girls
Kiss travelers
dead
Along pandora tomorrows
& bone shrapnels
Drone of flies
in vacant halls
of vulture claws
prone
to sutra warnings
drying
limelight tumors in practice
of
drenched saws
marketing
stair wellfare
and trombone scrunges
perusing
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