Work and its attendant
the swerve I offer
those clouds on the atmospheric
a redundant turn
selected poems
this weather is all-encompassing
an automated mind
for the people
console, earth
featured with expendable wings
an assortment of her writings
the journals she kept in
all those cities
delivered the text
for a continuous
even, no inexact edges
what does North Tampa offer?
it is blocks of trash architecture
the neon, stucco flat roofs
none beyond 3 stories
flat to the paved ground
what house here with infinite touch

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