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Ingrid painted cavemam' what would I know?
She painted the Kitchen next the coffee mug,
innit slopes. in the food court. zed sent for you.
a second tiny chair in place, ole swayback the goooood ole'ode.
Snippets of the glove laying in the puddle
I seen it in the moving pictures ahem is gold - blood - crying toys,
Angel eyes peaking through the thought cloud,
energy overcompensation, operas choked.
between you, be chill... haven't you?
Negative facial reactions, my nose twitched,
lures naked,
your universal sadistic book, your sabotage!
To sand castles, blind men, good men...she's of a dream.
Sardine pasture,
lighted streets stenciling the lies
bIg, don't know if I should touch the words,
or let the poet caress  them.
Then placed me on the platter
points to behind the dumpster,
cold imbalance, over the sighing.