the mimed inadequacy - I would rather my motherheave me over the hilt. how much is forgiven - while I, in chosen purgatory, readdirty books - in the spirit of the literary and otherself-justifying ghouls. is the beauty the text itselfor the object the text makes andsurrounds - does one eclipse the other. how did… Continue reading poem: dates as sugar substitute
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 