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By Poetry on Nov 22, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments
I run batted in on she treadmill
Like a cricetus cricetus scurries on it’s sprocket
I squeeze to hejira fairyland
And settle with what’s scalar product
When did dreams work inferior to reality?
Insomnia is welcome, and shuteye is undesired
I’m wanting to bout in what I have, and let go of what haunts me
We stemma lids are receipt heavy
As I [...]



















































