#7 Magic – refusal
Cognitive but very remote,
phonetics of greater interest
broke into my mouth, tore my
flesh of refusal and descended into
magic. Carnivores at a distance,
carve away from waves. Fake as a
circle, turn after turn, branding our future
with strings of almost metal. The refusals
still don’t work, maybe there’s no magic,
there are more.
phonetics of greater interest
broke into my mouth, tore my
flesh of refusal and descended into
magic. Carnivores at a distance,
carve away from waves. Fake as a
circle, turn after turn, branding our future
with strings of almost metal. The refusals
still don’t work, maybe there’s no magic,
there are more.
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