we flocked pages to fire \ the firm last of space

blots through speakers stars polyphonic sprinkles

floury hands \ like faked composite white

shoes brandishing a mist or new bubbles in the

background chill \ contraceptive clucks sweeten

& fruity two parrots cancel breath it’s deep

why don’t you go \ home smells rise & then

some biscuit of mauve angles the body \

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