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   Volume VIII, Issue II

..:: POETRY ::..


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Poetry


Blame Fault Mountain
Spencer Selby

 

Ultimately include the worsened folks to pause at bedrock
chamber. Manic by dawn will hit sharp caring walls, lock their
evil alone and teach boys to fill mouth with boulders and a full
employment display. Behind each slab that premature move
freakish in withered night grip spreads freely until some clown
begins signaling bodies in attendance that with or without pain
there will come time to perish during great narrative
phenomena. Often victims separate from conditions so odd that
a picnic on the Richter scale seems commonplace. Imagine
yourself captured in oil and clay, whose dream is simply an
episode of somnambulistic parents. Imagine now swoon
obscurity outrage and voila! you have written the best curse
available for travel to the stars.

 

 

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