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Greg Siff
junk
neo
fromemory
a night
pop
down
burn
fortune
rebel
death |
i could sleep all night melting these things into my head for taste
but why would i do that
when i can awake and indulge in these things
that beckon me like an old picture house ornate vixen
fingers dominoing me to come enter
and lengthen the sweetness of the moment.
i know many of these things.
do you
Gregory. |
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junk anything that is attractive and diverting but of negligible substance
food any nourishing substance that is eaten, drunk, or otherwise taken into the body to sustain life, provide energy, promote growth. |
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