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dragon
no random reconciling risk. relived. relieved. relished in fantasma
frightened. not a call for help, for the wind cries louder. not a word to say to the sirens, for my ears were sculpted by dry sand, fanned by the same hurricane
take it while you can
scrabble, scramble, run. run. rum. rind of a lemon squeezed of all the sour
screed solid sound into solitude
another peel in the pile
covert thoughts of a converted flirt, still half dirt, half advertised, half alert
beckoning my last tribute to the duchampian slag gow
screeching with delight at the living and learnt
a writer should never reveal his thoughts