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[hours_aid]

Dear Drom. Dear asterisk...
Do we afford a means of access

sore skins quilting

To a day of treasures. A day of watching and reciting.
Perked up upon wheels willing to loose ones voice to time travel.
His thoughts sealed; or insecticide.

I trip to the "I, treasure" once a day.
Yet feel putrid to his gold watch and gold ring.
Don't notice.
I summon. And I,drunk spill
for futures
for torture

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Make it harpoon the palms of both hands
I kiss him heavy in my sleep.
He is asleep.