says, reflecting on the skull's ipseity,
A killing arises that, while quite banal, leaves me alone,
happily
that nobody knows day nor hour of--
If I expect you, you do arise ready & skinny out of the plains.
I can't absent you from me
dead with or without me, soaked in dialogue to the end, lying
purplish as the jacaranda
Say one word and I will tempt you to me with the paw's split
flesh. Nothing beyond flesh
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you're incredibly talented, Conrad. glad you're still posting your excellent work.
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