lake


pearlescent hermit gal spins out clear lakewater into the origin-vase;
above, the birds smile
"forthen a versatile line speaks and spills into my linen paper booklet"
one who's a number,
the second lives to tell a tale of wonder
we recluse ourself from abuse to survive
and live in apanthropizination...
for cleft lipped memories of cold apartments


16/04/21


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