medications, hard liquor.
these frail stilts holding us above deep oceans.
belletristic notations in lost notebooks.
we are of an army finished by approximation, asphyxiation.
we are fast asleep
and Argonaut dreaming.
words of a people aligned in their perfect order
medications, hard liquor.
these frail stilts holding us above deep oceans.
belletristic notations in lost notebooks.
we are of an army finished by approximation, asphyxiation.
we are fast asleep
and Argonaut dreaming.
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