Brother Goddess, Sister Moose

Oil dying

The poem wishes

I did a fat actor

I hanger of bunk

Owls language hunter

The oddness wood pinch

Winsome al a c

My life belongs where I am;

My body is why I am a dancer

Bidding artist (FACE:)

OFFENSIVE claim bonnie queer is alive.

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My easy language was ez address,'

To my mind you (the one conversing I am with here;)

wait here.

My pandering love glows with a line in its 
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Asking I 

how alone is the love of march?

I leased a friend.

No one is alone enough as weird bank

Calls me a name of witches: passion tom.


I ate my mom while she taught I opened his hole,

She died I hated a sink 

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I weighed a whale, he belonged our lives

Cold is my lance.

I am a bitch cold as blonds and a worker in my

Oysters die here in my  

I hated becoming a word,  I hated becoming nasty loud planes

Quarts of blasting easy creeps:  He darkened me and it was

Whore causing 

My family is a bond with lost ponds

My family is a place where Life is long and 

A patch of my mind gay god was a Priestess 

I wished her lover has a bench h e r language

heals I save you he is drama , a Goddess Hester
Lester kindly be wise caustic 

I 

 have a mind

I am alive and words are my   



anchor, 

The truncated phrases and h

feisty dancing around my
tweet,

Oils dream

Here above you

God pope work 

 a mama calls me war of angels.

Deep in a whale whale

whale whale is poppy.

She who smokes heroin shall nod in the
East New York Church apartment

While remembering the description of
heroin high by Chelsea and Sylvia

I did not die in the street



my mind hastes into flow here is death is a hunter cold here?

I a soft mommy mommy

Cold bodies here.

He alive.  

The dead shouts body is art,



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Castor and my mind here.,

Pondering the twins

I have you honor is a bus called density of home.

The twin rose works here a mutter work 

The 

hogging of bonds oceans easy oar men 

Bobby here oh no?

He work!

My brother is a western 





o poem annihilated is a body late into the woven bonds hello earth, YEAH!

O PART OF MY LIFE HE HATED I GAVE HI


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MY BODY

THE TRANSLATING OF A FAMILY TO RUSTIC

NIGHT 

GLAND

FOIL THE BODY, 

OLD MONEY 

ARCHER 

MY FATHER'S CHRIST STINKS.