Chewed Fog
snow lab my
lettered eye . type
drops
my moon
blot face
glow the single in your stone
meat
Ways Grey For River
always now the float shows
statues latest
for
basket fleece language
spring glass bruises
are
rings gone
salt keyboard
on bell, out, over subterranean ping clock halt
afield bench of
banks forethought
note
the card mouth
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