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i'm hoping you love just like when you were a kid, let's hope a fence and do what we always did

Friday, February 11, 2011

loking inks bought, i've gotten
here. my body restless
its figurations sore everywhere
forgetting to stretch
unstress
do some yoga mats good
mourning.

I like puns. Doubleness in meaning. The active intersection of trajectories.

I like being pretty like black ink.
Posted by errie at 6:28 PM

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