Brine
Airport squanders evocative gangrene. Zebra mussels and yogurt trees under water in Lake Ontario. Mothers unbuilding office towers up and down King street. Home is a sanctimonious revolution. In beveled elephant dreams, the children find spurious meditations. Femurs ripping through skin. The colour is orange. Love constructs fountains from nepotistic fantasies. Adjectives found Camus empty.
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