GET YOUR SAO PAOLO SANDALS HERE
(for Moira Herbst and Francisco Dornelles)
Were shut up and grim celestial
winds now cracked by
Guatemalan toy-fire, inches ablaze up
everywhere see to
that darkness got them scavenged out
yet for your face nearing,
I can break a hatch down too,
bypass sublimely or
Paki spread your legs I'm blue
lip-gloss to stealth-barney
patches my grin up, so what
next to eat you quiz, e.g.
how did my head get stuck into this
mock up of transitive
paradise greased to a shadow; from which
eyes can peck at
anything goes their ad, I want
three blonde twins with eczema,
immediately, or insteps ratified ergo
novel fire inflow to drain
magnificently our sky of all darkness.
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