Sunday

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 Ange demon amant lover the line splitting the painting in two. Knocked by its lightening to the forest keeper taker to the dawn bust of its breaking. Off she goes hinter pacing her river ... her bodies fragment    ~  off these split wood and making into the tear cry of her lent   ~ Angel demon

             the body crucified in its mint   ~ mist to its rainy self    ~ Jill hammer the ring

stellar to its gesso face   ~ of these rigmaroles shes pent  ~ ragged to the clock cloak and love to her trumpeting... love's triumph is a bare sock from rain rain rain il pleut dans les villes il pleut it was hottre en Montreal...

                     c'est moin chaud dans le Nord de Mexico ~ Les fascists sont 'everywhere  ~

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Jill wore cloaks