on flint gates ws decay.

t lady came first

aves, and parks.

vomit ely ss drums

among a fetle girls of blood

ion.

ho could imagine my sadness?

t no me,

trembling for alcohol

and launching incredible ships

the piers.

i protect myself his look

t flows from waves where no dawn would go,

i, poet arms, lost

in ting multitude,

o shear

temples.

t lady first

and t looking for pharmacies

ropics could be found.

only dogs arrived

did tire city ruso the boardwalk.