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| Postlude Noelle Kocot |
Surface of the limit. Index of panic. My signature in a bucket. The twilight hung, an asterisk Above the barefoot knells While I sang to you, I can't iron out the chaoses Under an alcoholic flame. A phone was swaying underwater. I craved a round ashtray. New profundities espoused a relic Brimming on the outskirts of I love you LOve you luv u Shearing my equidistant pedals. Mystic agencies. Elysian slobber. Pulverize my tortoiseshell into the next solar system. Gravity hissed and gravity hissed Like being in the same room together. |
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