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Copra
White meat shrivelled glistened. Sweltered, pressed.
The hoard's weight of fifty years. Per kilo, twelve.
Half to the landlord's son. Half, to debt.
The earth soaked of his sweat. Salted, bled.
The hoard's weight of fifty years. Per kilo, twelve.
Half to the landlord's son. Half, to debt.
The earth soaked of his sweat. Salted, bled.
Published 4th Jun 2014
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5th Jun 2014 4:12am
heavy work for him who machete's coconuts. big harvest for the tallyman...
6th Jun 2014 1:29pm
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6th Jun 2014 5:18pm
uh, well yr welcome......
any 'forms' of mine formulate theyselfs
as spontaneous
formulae
wit
no anal'ysis to propertise'em.
excus me, i4get wha eye'm talk a bout
7th Jun 2014 3:57am
Ahah, oh I already know that, didn't I tell you before :) - that didnt need analyses nor called for - yet your forms (as all forms) still bear 'persistence' which is why I can also write them. Thank you nonetheless.
