devastation follows me by pd wilson, fall 2007 the air and the water move through you and i feel your pulse in the earth i am dripping with you, sticky staggering i will spray-paint messages to you on sunset watching by the star lite the hollow globe sacrimony is not a word blessing evening comes late and leaves early this season and in the sun rising neon pale writ for bid en todos i would what you have yet to imagine with you ask her if she remembers toronto and she may know or not what fell spawn of nightfall lurks tense with rustling wings and anxious eyes midnights of the waxing and waning moons devastation follows me as i dance
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