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SOUL SPIDER / ORAL POEM white eyes , it breaks the surface slowly in green ripples , circles smoothing in slow green ripples , something white and from the sea dripping in great green circles , something white dripping green , behind ...
SOUL SPIDER / ORAL POEM white eyes , it breaks the surface slowly in green ripples , circles smoothing in slow green ripples , something white and from the sea dripping in great green circles , something white dripping green , behind ...
Side 179
lids close : something wet the hairy dry behind the door in smoothing circles spreading slowly the ball rises , a mass of torpid flares , sucking spirals of the slowly dripping green : From the molten maw where the twisting branch Casts ...
lids close : something wet the hairy dry behind the door in smoothing circles spreading slowly the ball rises , a mass of torpid flares , sucking spirals of the slowly dripping green : From the molten maw where the twisting branch Casts ...
Side 203
It's turned green . It used to be gold when I was little . " " You lived here all your life ? " " All most all . I used to play in that field and just sit around inside the cars . All alone . ” " That green key still there ?
It's turned green . It used to be gold when I was little . " " You lived here all your life ? " " All most all . I used to play in that field and just sit around inside the cars . All alone . ” " That green key still there ?
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