We
INVENTORY chance
Two coffees, a cigarette
Seven storms
hours where we have not lost what
Altered
And without justifying free
bare hands between
The Meat breath and Agnostics
fervent Uniting two seas circles
They never found.
KIRCHS.
her in her bathtub full
Nothing and tide and storm wave
She and her name
Her Wet
syllables and letters in the liquor cycle
Two hundred cherries
She's a cherry on the cake
Christmas Sing, dance and laughs
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