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radio werewolff

so msg me an apple

through th ruins of this city
through th veins of a prostitute

     th trees as yr spine
     radio   where wolff         (every

forty years ago
in th cover of darkness
ppl were hanging from these trees

                        a woman was  swimming

(alive we / always b

# posted by hardyf : 01:25

Comments:

hey i like this poem! thx for the comments at my home. also love the picture of the snow plow.

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