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barbers-&-(co)

day one a year six of frenzies, the battle

passes me by my whole family a daze,

a bo derek mist splayed over c-block,

transcending stomach contortions.

 

she’s got a kill look. perverse dominatrix of the

bad-boys battened down headspace, maybe, but still.

we’re scrubbing desks & avoiding eyes.

 

spend time only with your own considered physicality,

surprisingly, come up with delusional tactics & steal

coils of magnesium. i might spurn my own sickness.

flip you for it. many of many are discarded;

some, later employed.

 

comprehension sheet.

token of affection.

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