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a picnic with everyone’s lips taped their covert isolationist tactics dim dirigibles

tho’ I wore down that moon that guilty phlegm I can’t cough up

and can’t unsubscribe from like the memoirs the clarion thoughts disrupt

Kafka reads Kafka on the bus…
it’s not my fault said the key in the lock

in the dark

anyone could make the same mistake

 poem studio