Faux
ALI JOHN MEREDITH-LACEY, ED TULLETT
Clone, caught hold of your flood lung, harbour your ‘someone’,prevent me.
Shown,you swoon in your lace run,brooding, a quilt tongue,pining me.
Calm,clot, cold, and bleed
Bone, pull over your midriff, labour your inches,widow me.
Hone ,all crimson and hinges,tarot and itches,corner me.
Fauxshot, sold and bleed cower all your cinders,fake us bower in your shivers, shake us.
