Tagesarchiv: Februar 12, 2021

…mundane, contrite

A poem by Joseph Vicaire. I am a laughing stock. The nourishment.I am the dying quarry being ripped apart by the hyenas.I am a true delicacy. And with the warm fat smeared about their mouths they do not even taste … Weiterlesen

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