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Dadaism

  • May 28, 2016
  • 1 min read

Craven was drunk and tried

To be naked. The pots on the walls

Gleamed with ink and every-

Body dipped their quills. There was

A writing orgy on skin. Roché was there

Spitting like a wild cat. Dreier

Sucked her nails hungrily. Quinn

Hid inside a wall. Purple clouds

Stormed inside and rain fell like

Rain.


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