Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Thomas Lowe Taylor -- SLUT

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nostro delinea
more senss cum frth
lea t'the foamin

afar/ts sempler
del delet ed t de
im at fir tean s
u

you'd held. long
eye at sk (priso
ape x'xs en/cod

ni lix pean (split
f for mo mo lan/s
sd deal eagier f

my/sn n owne d
s: mafar flocx tk
my sister
my sister lives
south of here
a a a (we tak-l

are you my sister?


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la lov l ankl

more was not thats
' do due of the mine
waits. waits more

u yr you are she
of whom i wait

deal me dance de
thrace no plint
afar dead s cults

librars burnt
onle ths thes
codes duh d cod

lov's answr, est
b be a beacon



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who spoke from the picture
so long ago, hands leased
it was time of posses (held

its near, to reflect no smarts
enuf 'that ('s enough (uf
live love answers touch to sign
i smoothe you ein mine dddeepest
sign i let you in i call'd to
dance a newer sigh, lights
perhaps no knower (gnore)
no-were; puke slime

all that intruds/in pics
sd moments all soon or now
is soon enough for
o love's answer (touch


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poke no skewer shops

restless tunes without denial pork
wherein excuse to pursuit internal
nostrum delete his anchor plains

the doorway opening beyond sentiment
but poastered forms restoring huks
at slimer panes total dues askance


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