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Places to go.
Reluctant with a pretty face
daily amorphous delicacy
in a grasshopper’s leap from my skin
I am roaming
beating the books
as the rare searches its muse.
Eum.
The best unfound way out
is the pact of life with scissors,
the union of my both sides:
amphibian and nocturnal.
By 9
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You reel me towards the strange
deviation in the rustling of the city
you hang like a crocodile skin bag
on the burning alabaster shoulder
I would love to kiss farewell
as if a person.
9
