TALK TO HER LUNGS RESEMBLING INK (2)
something thats angry calls and i command u to not inhale
inhale the qualities, a girl is in a hurry
thats the flesh, she's natures essential inland
dont want the firebug
insert the neat tree
talk the innuendo
insert the evil, neat tree
ingrown inside dogs
your insecticide is fresh
thru with that killing place
another command or neck in the bleachers
bears go to a club, their phones are not harmful
dont come and encroach
not u or me or that flesh that lands
joining your ingredient
begin loud chaos
black bleachers
loud to the instep
a hydrant follows to talk and have some space
unsafe, dont engrave it
hurry to engrave the fire dark
hazel, the shore is strange
u want injury, anything
go to your loud and ink the dogs
inland ingredient, figurehead
breathe girl, ungrateful
its not worth your fiddle
the damage is hard and insecure
the dogs are having an affair
u lose your insects at the mall
the forest has ingredients in a dog flea
something inoperable
space pinches a recognized ink
donna kuhn 2005
2 comments:
thank you. that's all i can think of right now, i am so blown away - eyes opened, horizons, planets spin by - waking up.
thank you!
I really like the layout on this one. It's so very exuberant and filled with energy!
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