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Astral

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counting-vertebrae

Published: Nov 13, 2013

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i'm the seraphic
romanticist,
a hallowed body
swallowing galaxies
like i am hellbent on
self-deterioration

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pansydiv

Mar 18, 2017

EZRA
THIS POEM ALMOST MAKES SENSE BACKWARDS
LOOK

self-deterioration on/
hellbent/ am i like galaxies / swallowing body
hallowed a romanticist/ seraphic
~~the~~
i'm astral

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