Fragments of Cashmere
What if it was only the wet paint sign
was the only wet paint
if you look closely it looks
like a cassocked zombie
stretching his arm in her direction
imagine she is carrying a picnic
she will eat from a free floating tray
wonder what the rock face is thinking
oh no anther human sits on my face
who doesn't like looking into a hole
better than looking out of one
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