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at a construction-site once cleared off and by another demolition teamster
than rather a destruction unit-by. that 's where it ends and grows and rounds you off.
though luminous obscessions overcast to make futile what blinks under the eyebrows
and renders gloomy street-lights understanding to someone walking, seeing not at all,
under the flourishing and grim disguising roulette-de-rouge-noir for zero stakes.
abandoned value verifying vile, a horse standstills in throat and gulps a cupful
of what is in the blood but either smoke is better than a vozdukha glotock or air tight-ups
I daresay, not much of everybody remains in what we can put up or else. or else.
or else. or everybody
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