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Show From the Great Book of Verges the sky is talking nonsense, I am listening-Moon Chin, wake me up again-say chokechain, say chokechain while walking through a lake of lupins say lupins while blowing through the present is manic- a highball, please yes, dear friend, booze loosens-shake the stars off your shoulders, Mister Moon-glint-dust everywhere-a bird flies into the heater & powders soot along the floor chirp splotch night is slapping itself together- old people live up in those boxes-without rails they'd all fall out-loose the balloons-deep red bottle rolling slowly in water-two girls cross the bridge-the littlest tosses a bright orange petal into the brown water- nothing more to add |
