dredged

glom’d it did
oh fair-child, i tied these
tiny muscled wraiths
in rapid string of verbiage
this is still crystal?
i whimper daylight facet
in a moon-shin’d
grt!!! prolix mad gib
orphic frustration idon’teven
know what that means
so, it’s following, soapily
it shapes itself
with the round ow or om
orifice frustration is
nearly the same!?
!
possibly

garrett dawson

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