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The sphinx’s nose There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications Your finger moves like it has its own nose Now do you remember? Or in the place of memory…

There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species
Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications
Your finger moves like it has its own nose
Now do you remember?

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
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minion get inside take off  your clothes and put  on Minions someone directs someone else  on this show and I’m still  laughing about it several days later though it’s not&…

get inside

take off

your clothes

and put

on Minions

someone directs

someone else

on this show

and I’m still

laughing about it

— @nicolebrett.bsky.social

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The exterminating angel Does it sound gentler in the original tongue In the original mouth did it taste the oil Of its speaking the predicament of vagueness Ownership of things that can’t be owned I brought to the s…

The small scales feel like code
A blue message in an empty clock
Busy with silent love ritual

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
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insomnia is perhaps shorthand for periodicremitting hatred of the self or else it is time you wrestle from the shelfa book or begin your own novel of inner largesse–longhand. some sick-nesses collapse…

it is time you wrestle from the shelf
a book or begin your own novel of

inner largesse–longhand.

— @kikikasch.bsky.social
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{1. the women’s game} (unfinished) before a self a field   grass dampwith sprinkler  broken by mowstrewn back upon itself which seemslike caprice  though that word willwait years  a goal knowablethe field is a feeling  it smells lik…

before a self a field grass damp
with sprinkler broken by mow
strewn back upon itself which seems
like caprice though that word will
wait years

— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
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