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[z_n_j]

Strands of that ugly, greenish fire

Purge the hard will of discourse

That emptiness of fire stains

With heat the glowing room

There is nowhere for you to be

There is nothing in the water

Smooth stones and fecal matter

Curling white-knuckled under the water

Filing through outdated names

Address cards and greenish flames-

The old smoke

Comments

[hellfaucet]

hello Bleeker
hello Sam

how are you?

expel your
destiny
throughout your

orfices.