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off-yellow (02/17/2019)
gone days
of a whispered rack, lashed
against obsidian history
misunderstood.
these ropes weren't made to slip over my wrists
but that's what god invented nails for.
dawn days
breaking , split gut and glowsticks
cured ham and other salted relics :
tryptophobic abstracts
tiger traps to tiptoe over
the weight of legends heavier
than bruised absconding feet
colored nights
...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 2:56 pm
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