Sara Sophia Marker
	metropark the first glass will be wine red then again and again dear sisters we will hail the searchs end as the slant in the ceiling is a kind of fiction until it is surprisingly observed as the eyes scan upwards for a word words will just come as be heaven and bring back the testament what Great Angels would trivialize a shiver decidir hacer algo they will come again, words shards of memory diamonds of regret formless, useless: when i was in your west i saw the pale as fire infidels extinguished certainties as navies circled to keep me blind my great fawn you are habitable i may beg for your flirt yet again you are fixed up to keep me alive hark the opus drawn and left, Exodus Excreta feather weight always the gamine what a heck of a rattle here to convey bully me from the lithe corner what was ere and what is my loose teas and garage sale mugs all the faint novenas ive endured over these japanese containers! with the hex in motion, finger my menses again! oh your armies of ideology fool me with catharsis and the reek of cherry! wheres your polyp great pacifier? damn the afternoons now breached things held so tight now out of reach we swam in man made lakes there were snails in the sand and they touched your feet you floated to me (your hair wet - the way water betrayed your face) oh let this locus abide and give me again the game in the ferns what capital our streets during rains! what dreams of folksinging- the songs from the year that never was please once more feature the smile that i saw in photographs and i will be in disbelief of that hour Lover, my edifice, my flour! i wanted the wine, even deserved now my youthful designs have gone only the purls of fall and a useless radiator left oh god grant her amnesty from my nasty page again dying radio, undoubted braodcast nightingale or lark here in the shadow the glow of moon, a hint of conifer and holy sensations

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