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The Rot That Wasn't
Mattress memory
fantasies impress
bodyprints
like the pallor
of mattock hands
Chopping sallow marrow
and clamoring into my muddy
mind - Irish loam
A foam is
the whole
the addled all
the ever-it I've ever
known
Dizzied breathing
squeezes
stale attic air
through pinholes;
Glycerol victuals
for the perpetually perturbed
Wind is words
winding
my findings
spell book bindings
slide down wonderland
as blonde reveries
ooze
profusely
through blued out wormholes
fantasies impress
bodyprints
like the pallor
of mattock hands
Chopping sallow marrow
and clamoring into my muddy
mind - Irish loam
A foam is
the whole
the addled all
the ever-it I've ever
known
Dizzied breathing
squeezes
stale attic air
through pinholes;
Glycerol victuals
for the perpetually perturbed
Wind is words
winding
my findings
spell book bindings
slide down wonderland
as blonde reveries
ooze
profusely
through blued out wormholes
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