Half drowned waiting lists lit up freshmen wide eyes fresh men, fresh body sweat swallowing streams under his half-hearted stained writing. I am interested in their conveluted conversation wrapping itslef over and over under and under never coming to and under fleshy tones with hues of blue and gas blackend by the back-end wealth of their economy I am sick. I am covered in satin and silk washing my arms in the over-head light while children wade in the water i spill.
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