Nine
This caged sense within
Reason ; Alienation
drips along language.
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Scripted games of thought
caress the choke silk spin of
a BuckShot Stutter.
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Stamped as Oil Slick
crisis of existence ripped
thru circulation.
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Character Awake
and kept round like a corner
crash in pulp flat like.
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Flinch while the room waits.
Trail of pen following flight
form of some design.
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The stars submerging
called a new game by the heavy
smoke passing over.
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in a ruby sneeze
by the end of these lined days
strike calm circuit script.
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ado lines run on
these caricatures with much
wrenching of the gut.
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A mumble ; slightest
emotion in the corner
Presenting Pages.
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