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On Saturday, March 7, 1856 Magdalen Morales saw the face of Landin Qualm through the window glass and screamed:
Someone else laid this skin. Years ago. It was but a single mix, a fledge of flint. Simple bake. Take from it the little nourishment contained.
Face bait
she has an unpleasant
dead taste
Boiled egg waste
she won’t set right
indissoluble in the pit
upsetting crumble cries
from fiery demon thighs
Neighboring long-boned sailors
sadly cruising the shallows
K. Shawn Edgar | Word Whore | Soft on the Inside | Blurry
Pole Vaulting on the Sun 