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Poetry I am a soldier of this wicker I am brandishing a welding torch AND I AM THE ISLAND WITH THE SHEPHERD drill the island with the shepherd the sheep I am waking up in Bakersfield in rain in a corroded room near the farmteams in the viv.

Summary Heliopolis

Id dreams of rain and in turning in the kerosene being slowly doused in fire I am toward sunlight strangled turning in the kerosene being slowly doused in fire I am toward sunlight strangled a shepherd girl I am a salesman of the islands of this currency The Specific Incendiaries of Springtime This. Heliopolis