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brindle II (02/11/2021)
tongues tide
lapsing where the fire's inside
purchase granted in crevices born
anew; those defining, wracking moments
where we may whet our ruse:
fleshlessness disguised
as godlessness.
they called me Brindle:
baptized by brine and bristle
brushed steeline, raising thistles
where my lust for life was thought to be
the nuturance of dead. weight.
they ca...
Thursday 11th February 2021 3:31 pm
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