The King Of Limbs Poem by Kirsten Johnson

The King Of Limbs

Rating: 5.0


the refrain is tantamount
upon single surfaces
reeling sleepy feats
there is no other purpose
the pleasantry
for something so nice
scantily analog
microbiotically
those limbs deem daunty
mixcrobiotics.
cascade
thom york's voice
implemented
so

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