Lure
I stood, aghast, vaporizing
Art Radio
i think often that in many ways
This sentence is a curve around which headlights turn
I’m a virgin for you
On Mars, the candy is noxious
Sigh of the Agent, staring over the edge
Beginnings and endings are arbitrary
The Sun into Cancer this arvo is hitting in your Higher Mind sector giving you The Edge
Punching into the screen
Light bending over
These clouds settle over our toy lives
Your definition violates want
The moon lures me along dark woods
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