Ned Rifle

It was discovered inform her pottery which she made unknown
to the file of army offices lined the dunes just outside her window.
They wore trees and had their faces made up by the night re-
flected in deep curry, tho it was really more a ditch. It was hard to
fall asleep. They rallied and marched like estate agents with a
camera that gave to sleep eventually and made a dreaming sort
of salad, day old, flopped on an ear. We feared the immaculate
light of the microscope evenings and what it did to us on the bus
believing a pale orange timber-ish existence until mid-afternoon
the train signals leaked on a salad my meal ear I should say ear.
Rifles shadowed on the walls shadows rifling through attention
surely great big doubts head ache.

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