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Words leak from my body.
A languid, language sweat.
Where's the fucking structure?
Nothings revealed yet.
I'm this things narrator.
Whatever this thing is.
I'm wrestling with the syntax.
In a poetry abyss.
Think i'm giving up now.
Beverage and smoke.
If this poem was a sandwich.
I choked