1 day ago the words trail away from me sea foam green clouds in song of celebration silverfish a mockery plasma and not enough lines to fill the void day ruby crystal ridge I planted on tomorrow, and ever after after understanding of the death we all bow to like splinters in dry cracked wood tipping out of forest clean american between the alleyways squat houses wilderness--
tranquil muse
on earthly shore
above the sea
when blister angels fall to earth
I'll eat with you-
frozen
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