By Benjamin Dettmar
Flowing out through the crevices, the chinks in the prison of the mind. Thoughts climax, pupils dilate in the crimson-grey ecstasy of escape. Behind a smoke and sulfur trail, I become my own compost heap.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
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