Honduras’ hot sauce

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Budapest’s boat ride

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my inventions

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steps backward

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silence in empty spaces

hair folded over

steamed pores

wine over tongue

Vinegar and poison

flesh burning

hair smouldering

ears filled with noise

 

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this

nor

that

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barefoot

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naked

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nothing.

Philip V. Coombs 6-7pm