born in solitude, progress
young arms
passing place
flame past
sunk menagerie
morn blood
solidity
rich life falls
swing’s the holy duty
spiral cups on air
rolling hypocrites
voice their debt
crave curving skies
eternal sort
outworn young
couples
the trumpet devil
Earth lyre
vases, noble trombones
lost sun
sluggish city
revolt
feeds on my cock
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Thumbs way up! Cool read…
Great stuff aj