Saturday

UlySseS and Mona




male a marriage made in heaven to toot their saw over


lawn lakes past pedaled Paris.

where does time resist? does it carry watches holding rising day. thighs like penumbras to choose your light. her knickers say portside to bearing. crow's nest rifting heavenward's galley. the ship rusting. calibrating its needle point compass.
arriving at le harve. is that so?
yes she seems hiho her navies galivanting to the pier. or a weed clung grappling hook to her Eve way side rib. not this start but yet star bound to hoar hull he.

Memory is alarmist. Not green as the deterritorialized shore.

Come little feather make your springs work

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