The Somnambule's Crime

 

 

 

 

Said Of That Boat Dreaming Your Body

 

 

 

 

 No higher honor than a shoring notch of suspense and sand the neighborhood drifting and you the archivist of a very private and filthy spring in each stone’s depletion leaving a white thumbprint hidden in the coalmine to be dug with the afterglow of a fork: suede     leak      noses LIBRARY.

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