John M. Bennett

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dot tle sang the cree p r oof spraddled
,bust me w rung ,n ame of shi t ,c ave an
bleet cud dled  .so yr c off mutt yr sm
acking moo t s tabled wit the  .sam e bus h
sug ar sucked ,same gaseous neath the bed



 
 
 
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re lapse into yr misty d awn regur
gitation ,soppy specials an yr leg inch
g uttered s lope an c hugs the simplex
boot h  .a long ah shore of s kin moo t
meats ,lung quivered ,m ice whee zing on
their backs the di m sky presses d own





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pock mark in your nes t root hah heh hee
.trusts or “trusst” dim ple eds the drugged
fence or f loor c raw ,b ricked right up an
,p aw yr f lock me at yr  .ouch ,yr
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