it Sor Tilegio y ,tuerto con double vision ,la camista gané la ca misa perdí me plerdí .)en contronco en la P laza Yaxche( the fork path tine the grave l or mu d my feet in ea ch hc ae Ay yr swelling cat a falco n ! )ay the mumbling in the panty con los por ontos en vasculados con los o jos avinadagrados... morti ,empti ,en vuelto... ‘s bu blet off dringing ,mo t de boue ,yr c hain sh oulder cast .the f og charred was the f ake ,gris kinda gristly ,was yr nek an nek kid wheezy in the sandwich pulled ay yr groaning nimbus ! ...where the boiled s tone shines... yr )))faucet speech ,crawling like lice gs sl uh face clam eh ton ggue ape whee zing all n ight the window s hapes yr drying air the wormy p illow yr cold pants grasp un seated chair ay yr ropy hairdo ! )cor n falling from yr throat( )rice ,the stiffened kitch en( )))where yr jacket closed yr eyes beneath the bed a tooth a paperclip a single pill................. ● eep ee t look ,the sot leg fanjet focused on the fin ger laid across yr headache whwhoo sshhing like toilet’s s tuck fl ush st ood above the st eep whirl exploding knee my .)))itching ash my frenchfry soaked in pee pulled the pants off and ...sp lash... - Emily Dickenson
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