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lady of the wheel
mistress with a skin to wear
intestines on the left
coinage on the side
and jimson of the weeds
with logic up her sleeves
feral siblings in a neck of the woods
mother's eyes from a hutch the woods
a brother with the shape of my son
become a home to the insects
sexless vessels become us
constellations sighed
apparatus fuckingly sublime
jack of spades
had a rib to spare
bifurcaria
bifurcata
the plants accept my gift
a cudgel to the knees.
monthly moons to count
cavities to mount
itch of the ants
on the palms of my hands
strangers and cowards
in back wards with reptiles
and black lights that throb knowingly
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