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a needle felt yesterday
a needle felt yesterday
swelling balks
unto the
crowd
to ascertain
that binary
sound
flutter eyes
churned
butter thighs
upon seesaws
pivoting
fair skin
cauter
prize sawn
asunder
dressing pride
entails winds
set in
fresh wounds
wound up
on dead flesh
leaves needle
marks, pure love
scrubbed in skin
seared moths
flung onto
a wall
quavers musical
clinks which flicker
little wing
each zippo sings
09/15/18
swelling balks
unto the
crowd
to ascertain
that binary
sound
flutter eyes
churned
butter thighs
upon seesaws
pivoting
fair skin
cauter
prize sawn
asunder
dressing pride
entails winds
set in
fresh wounds
wound up
on dead flesh
leaves needle
marks, pure love
scrubbed in skin
seared moths
flung onto
a wall
quavers musical
clinks which flicker
little wing
each zippo sings
09/15/18
Published 5th Dec 2018
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5th Dec 2018 7:50am
5th Dec 2018 8:15am
Hot summer music festival with one arm wrapped around a girl and the other in the air waving. Jimi Hendrix is doing his thing, zippos out. I’m addicted to everything in that very moment when little wing starts playing.
