no body

bruce davidson.

all around the sound of seeds growing on rooftops and in the cracks of crackhead alleys. and long hours in hidden fields, healing wounds from walking and spreading angular legs to the sons of sun gods. avoid this body, mad dogs of london. it belongs to no one.

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