accompanies apricot grenades
temple pounds within &
half massed we remember
cotton falling from the graceless sky
spring seasoned with gravel
scattered grey sluices
a delta
a mounted rose
a moment headed my way
from some deep pit of time
survey the demarcated tumeric
the best buy dates
treasured expiry
no matter
existing today
should displace love
no matter
listen as I tell you
we feel felt feeling
in that butterscotch wainscoting
LSD DSL connection
key tone bodies
don't sit just wait
limned by dust
until the saints come marching
nothing can match that fury
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