Prose Poem
The rag trade was stitched so neatly into my early fibers that the smell of new clothes follows me around…
Continuance, a phallic rendition of the face, the exhausted time of night, spit leaning against the glass…
Brought downstairs into an imitation emptiness, eyes and cigarettes hanging around though, the plant has…
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