just
coddle
wiped
by the bream dust merely and
still, threads the clock |sloe fizz| watcher
gone the page |in list| and song away
interfin scaled beneath light glistening
less dirt in whole stone made wallet felt
landscapes in their gone, coddle the gesture.
|what sticks| . coddle what stays.
still, threads the clock |sloe fizz| watcher
gone the page |in list| and song away
interfin scaled beneath light glistening
less dirt in whole stone made wallet felt
landscapes in their gone, coddle the gesture.
|what sticks| . coddle what stays.
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