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Poetry Surf - ​of Montreal
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Poetry Surf ​of Montreal

Poetry Surf - ​of Montreal
[Verse 1]
The helium sticks to the knife
There's no Atlas to hold up your life
The modality that which vibrates
The phantom into untouchable words
Remote regions of sensories dwelling
Razor blade heels of losses brocade

[Verse 2]
Impotent vagina, we read one page forever
Who is Eva?
If we have a child we should name it Eva
Name it Eva
Name it

The blind bayonet of vallieties
Hides every word in his poetry surf
Fraying sad traps of meagеr kicks
A gas, the thick collector of sapphics
Yolk wife ridеr crhyselephantine
Chiaroscuro cerements unearthed

Cressets of magniloquent porno-vision
Breath incision
Breath incision
Reading luminous threats
Fellow female marginals
If I were alone and being deathly unafraid and
Reticent about survival
She mates almost on purpose
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