Free wood

Personally pen pleasure
‘cause booze can’t hold
however heart values invisible suicide
that long writhing work among the first love
crying clock consumes call at the parade
the human tames exactly enough charade
the other road is history in the dictionary
teach in the tunnel to complete the book
explosion is a stealth sign to genocide
the abject is immediately literal
our dirty vision is translucent until dying
loaded until innocence is spilt
we know the gasoline document can control.
I reason in this landscape
she is automatic
her love is metallic and grateful
apparently contrast will fascinate
then billions won’t dream.

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