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The parameters of speech. (Free verse) by leon lyman

Within a sorted letter fencing spins a whirlwind from the lungs - bit into by two rows of teeth, suck stuck between two lips, a sheath for moisturised Berettas cocking cartridges on tongues. Drool that only ever drips, a sick dog off its muzzle, Each sentence is a clue and every paragraph a puzzle.

leon lyman 24-Oct-06/4:35 AM
punctuation wise...




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