guilty flesh, form patches on my neck
azaleas, be prodigal of scent
a mackerel sky
clouds scurrying information
line upon line
painstaking preparation
to rush through
sniff a dead seagull
today is may as well as november
lily, utter my name
someone, never be
hell, still boast a finder’s fee
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