Plaza Normale As you know, “Without nothing I’m nothing”. I get the impression Of things burned into other things. That’s what life does I mean it infests me. The slope for breakaway carts, The new hill as a structure. Can I guess your name? I am reclaiming hesitation Because it means I Anticipate myself. The act of seeing with One’s own corneal abrasion, The blues had a baby And they called it Abrasive Tense. So we go beyond. To the place where authority vanishes.     the Marriage Bed How you know you’ve been in-country too long. Opposite side of“Drew Boston”

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