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WHEN IT REINS, IT PULLS, & I GRAVITATE TOWARDS YOU
fractalcore

welp, life goes on... and on... and
 1
ontological leanings lose their meaning
 2
when the reclining 8's wings are clipped
 3
and lands like dead weight:
 4
 
 
big bang on the platter --
 5
 
 
oh, such clutter, prancing for the long wait
 6
we all hate, but adore, twoo, with abandon
 7
and utter dis, regard for the vineyard
 8
lost to the sobering strides of burning...
 9
 
 
feet, bound by no destination, save for
 10
E(=)motion long-stranded in the helix
 11
of gene-use and spiraling hues indie
 12
infinite speck-trim of an eye-tear-ate-id
 13
dictum of larve, garb, love --
 14
 
 
chick-hen feat, 4 thee:
 15
 
 
ex, why see?
 16
 
 
PLUS thyme!
 17


I LOVE YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY
NO MATTER WHAT, MY KYUTEE TAT'.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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10 Sep 16

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almost read ear-tear-ate-id in 13.  cool poem nonetheless.
 — JKWeb

iterated = eye-tear-ate-id
weeping, i eat my id or ID
no sense of self: a lovefool to the bone
repeat ad infinitum


how goes it, JKWebster?
;)
 — fractalcore

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