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1,496 �me faux r�ve profond / po�te d�esse consomm�e

fakinFrance to allow for
contestable crap-cutting let
thee game � � � begin �lame
ol' giggle joggin plods pavings
to
wa
rd sun r ise,in d'mornin'moan
hoping that one lastaste of
� � �some
� � � � fresh flow
� � � � � � � errr � � � �like past
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �nec t ar
long wiltedeadgone /
� � � � � � � � � � �r�ves �rotiques
� � � � � � � � � � �is killing
� � � � � � �what little might be left-of-'me'
� � � � �in this, yOur
� �native
planet turned alien in but a silly heartwist
� � � � � � � � � � � �of yr subtle neuro
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �logy --
4yrs of a love ye ne'ver thought y'd have, was had,
� then evaporated\evaporated
� wit no common cause, a dozen years agone now,
� � � �none/no'one
dare offering 'replacement'----------

then, prepare the lonesome bath, quick random read
"Crime Work After Holocaust" which ends
� with yr poet-goddess being
� �sliced & eaten
for want of some'other[s] � � survival............

thee ends � � have no meaning � � eye smile & run(slow)
� � � � � � � �to justify 'my life' [in]
� � � � � � � � � � � �demise,

� � �(an award-winning performance/cosmi'comique)

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