and gates: hello!

paced; and arrive in the stranged hollow
strangulation!

uncharacteristic bind weed walks
white walls. they hang my family portraits
organically, what with spring
and all

yet this surreptitious maw glowers
it’s eye teeth glow and cast words
like a face

shabby hall! welcome your shabby
king!

garrett dawson

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