Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Had a Bad Conference Call

The explain deep shill off present mountain time,
off the coastal presence of listen gravity.

Sometimes in the spelling of lesser words a secret pavement stern for you.
Angry doctoring of last night’s morning, spoonfed after memory losing.

Let her go we say after time. but time remains before us. Let him go, in that naked thing of all, but time remains before us.

Time lives like words only words need time. What time is the last word, only fitting news. Poetry pieces, together. Donald Trump tried to call.

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