IN
She tossed their conversation onto asphalt
Careless of that misamic stink
wafting, creeping back in
easily climbing
thick summer morning's wet breath
tar tints her lips
poisons her song
OUT (line breaks mine)
poisons back tints asphalt
She thick lips that
of stink
conversation in morning's wet climbing summer
onto tossed wafting, tar her song
breath misamic creeping Careless their
her easily
see the exquisite corpse
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