Paroles de Gilt Gold Scabs
They wear their leavesLike Warholian wigs
(Kangarwomb)
If she had not paved in memoriam their wounds
With gilt gold scabs
I dream of resting...
I dream of resting...
DAVID LONGSTRETH
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