Forty Five

it all sounds the same

arthur and enid in the wilds

light-spiked bastions

Keeping quickly rheumatism

Sub

pitch perfect milk dud

chewing images of kids

and of zeal

in a night- frocked framework

Sole

that new-old-new land,

neo fascist ramifications

a word is not a word unless I

stereo fictional

Nihil

neo fascist ramblings

the process bubbled

Twice marked circuit-breaker

keep the less-kept thing

Novi

shout for it

 

Est.

 

Exheunt 

The End

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