There were rebels and there were refugees right on his
skin.
The names of the participants, our living connection to alleged
labeling violations.
Pistols in the nightstand, heavy stuff, could be perfectly
circular.
The point is, everyone enters in the house of your own life.
Her copious footnotes knew when to stop joking.
Rumors have emerged, they take pity on the boy, you do that.
The girl who drowns, she is embarrassed that her body drops into
place.
She drinks like a camel.
Don’t dress up, pain and momentum will turn injustice of
another sort
The collar of each coat.
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