The house is claustro-
Phobic. The living body
Passes into use, be
Comes tool and demon-
Stration.
I write it myself-
A promise transparent
These blanks are annoying
One pulls the other
back to café
The heart of the city
With whom am I talking
I kissed her eye– cunning
Surprised by penetration
Verbs spring open
English subtitles
Counting the waves
We were beginning to forget the tide
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