WORDS I CANNOT UNDERSTAND bad traffic on the way to the house of the quote wrong lesbian that distant part of me reaches for an inward map torn to scraps and scattered in hope of a more brilliant journey (went away on its knees carrying the past in its mouth on its back a can of gasoline to burn memory to its elements of pure surprise) this metal in my hand-- will it spend like money or cut my palm I am a circle tossed on the ground to roll as long as the others a crowded world and no place to receive visitors
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