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I Miss the Hum of Your Skeleton by Jude Dillon I couldn’t get enough of me I’m clearly background blur the look that never rhymes
I Miss the Hum of Your Skeleton by Jude Dillon I couldn’t get enough of me I’m clearly background blur the look that never rhymes
Older by paul handley The best world is pieces, that move by rules and proven ex-theories. Part of a week includes the complex precision of
halifax in a sentence by laura roberts halifax in a sentence: fog and rain and art students and everyone looks like every day’s laundry day
something else by “whistlethis” The season mature and the season young. It was word given without question. Couldn’t have been much more, he said. She
Black Sludge by garland middleton The Black Hole is back. It comes every so often. It sits on my floor in my dusty room. I
the christmas spirit smells like week old dishes, our smokey living room and the power i hold in my hand called febreze. by rory byrnes
Christmas Paranoia by john bennett Paranoia is a barewire sense of forces. Paranoia is a barewire sense of forces. Paranoia is a barewire sense of
Merry Christmas by ramakrishnan parthasarathy. Merry Christmas to the prisoners at bay Merry Christmas to the anchorites who walk Merry Christmas for the Christmas afternoon
Seasonal Racism by gene defcon Black poetry Bumping out of Black Benz’s All summer White words Written by White nerds In Crosswords All winter
communication in stay by diy danna I speak to him in silent movies and the soundtrack is Graham Reynolds playing funk organ at the Alamo