måndag 8 oktober 2007

the curse

was inflicted on
her purse. & to
make things
worse it started
rhyming. no

more. or to even the
score. the oar soared
off from the open
sores opened out
between the
ores. that wild

boar whispering bore
me bend me drug
me rape me. be
fore the war. & after
the fire ceased. julius

stood swiftly up

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