C reads the blogs of others to live vicariously
a foreign object has lodged itself inside the cavity
moments of space muted
ventriliquists put their hand inside another let their inside out
never sun saw the poet here a word
mystical mistaken the onion in the fridge shed flakes
from the mold overtaken
shortened in a line
the pattern of starts move each day
she ran through the door
hugged him and dripped the shoulder
to be away 'office' den toxin
c sees crossroads and valleys
the makings
rope stick three coins and a
brain longing reflux
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