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... well, Culto... of prose...
The carcass patties. Sushi Mimosas.
Stop waiting for the Knight and Prince...
Take off your Pointe shoes. You're over thirty.

Get used to it, Culto before the first cracks
morning in the chandelier — unbearable VSM...
Unbearably honest... someone else — unbearable.
where freezing feet... Or wings numb?

...And numb the memories — hot lips...
... sweet... for the first time... n"the Yankees... blind...
vanilla ... the burn... the boundaries blurred...
... pulse wings...

Burning burgers.

And p"is quietly cognac — Juliet...