time not fall in love as it is uneven
that time
disarm you and not exceed
second viewing your body as I discuss with my knives
remain short even without the risk of danger without cleaning
a rotten
day more than a few coins away
me with my beloved
acrylic pieces wrapped in black velvet
scrim that would stir the venomous
moon on top of a wooden skyscraper
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