theres these
pomes in me
n
some of them
r
2 sad
2 write
2 mean
n
2 bad
~
theres these
poems in me
ripped fabric
base code
in
hard light
lowest uncommon denominators
&
i
shall / must
just
let
that weird breed
go
shadow butterflies
on
the
black shutter breeze
until
my eventual
tourettes
from projectionmapping.org
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