I deciphered a look
code lines yesterday
And wades into the pond
From their fucking mysteries
I dive to drown myself in
apnea in words
In my fevered stories
Scattered Wholesale
evils I throw the ink and the rest
Above the railing
Memories fatal
And those who guard me I align
silences
The eighth round and then
Can I grow rate
OF wobbly left foot and I find myself
my
I suffered from weakness
And if this is a game I'll
the centerpiece.
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