by October Suzuki
Poop.
Hi.
You poo.
Poo hi. Die die what.
Nothing nothing.
Poop you.
That's it.
October only exists in the autumn. You can see his forthcoming chapbook in the spiralling movements of free-falling leaves between the summer and winter of 2012. He is currently open for interviews.
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