Blood Yeast
death snatches what profound regret
mixed in the man that quit all things elation the will surprise and joy
pig butchered in the crypto scam soulmate love stolen motorbike
#28 Poetry
The pitch
These breasts are breaking into milk bars and stealing packets of Winnie Blues. They are finding telephones in office buildings and spraying shaving foam into them. The breasts are turning on sprinkler systems in fancy gardens of big houses.
Doorstep / Afternoon without you, now what
can we eat fish and chips tonight, / I cannot cook, I cannot cook, can we / just eat what arrives, / can it be ready / already
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