I have something
sleepy to tell you.
Fallen carrots are
feasting on the boardwalk.
Revenge:
he sheds tears to
cause suffering.
The last summer
has come in from the beach.
Those who want to
still the sky call it restless.
A strip of
gibberish.
He’s dead now.
Free as a
butterfly crushed in a fist.
Indigo steps up.
Make it possible to get sky out of this indigo.from AUTOPSY TURVY CopyrightⒸ2010 by Thomas Fink and Maya Diablo Mason
indigo direction / Wonderlane
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