languid
birdmad
it
was
too
hot
to
move
today
sleeping
beneath
the
fan
,
the
stirred
air
rustling,
the
clouds
passing
back
and
forth obscuring
the
sun
lightning
flash
in
the
distance
cd
spins
in
the
player
smoke
a
cigarette
burn
some
incense
lie
back
let
the
day
go
by
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...
nom
circle
running
sinking
into
sleeplessness
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from