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i was awarding reserves against you

a thumb press

warmed by the clay - - -

anchored awash in the corroding

and and i was torn needing to

see you

eyes and white and bare and storm

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kneading to the two - a need i

claimed too _____

__________________ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

i can be here

i can hold or emptied pail

i heard you knew me.

what’s the sound i keep of you