the doorway is empty and your hair
you sound like weird cheese
the pastel whispers frozen beets
mountain rain and soon you're lost
you're my inner whir
you're my inner carburetor
waste water asterisks believed
in world interests, the world is
where
an accountant with an inner ankle
i don't want your door knobs
dust my inner says
dust my inner word
the moon is snotty cricket music
god is a whore and your head is thirsty clouds
purr when you're on fire with weird cheese
this is inner, this is inner city living
ox aerobics, baby on fire
love sings a contagious short story
while directing traffic on the moon
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