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April 21, 2011 / mollywillows


lusty, sailing aloft this new garden & we won’t stop walking the talk of the city.



whispers i’ve heard of here, word city, phantom city, brick city, scrap heap city, invisible city, our city, the UNcity-



oh! ship of the body, ship of the soul, voyaging! voyaging.



poo poo face, the vagrant ambler through yards of strewn freight. our heart-rusted carriages sit, rot, and we chug.



////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////     by mo, the ever-aspiring flaneur


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