L fn

by Darwin Kemp   Nov 16, 2015

Tell yourself telling: I night like the stars, and being is me; I worship moral cogs on crowded mountaintops, give up relief in labored cups, yet how often; and when my time conceives of me properly, I will laugh like trees, alone. Be more jazz, my hometown says. I whistle quotes from Socrates, and my birthday is a Pollock painting.


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