hunger for nothing (Remove filter)
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thru spider legged silk
slid dissonance
to beget grocery lists
by the hungers of bristling,
wrestless tithe takers
now meet makers
at the ends of the earth
carried by arachnid conveyor belts
(digestive polyps, if you will
but you wont)
and this poisonous ride through a vacuum--
or at least, the vacuous--
ends
in a convenient
gift shop.
Tuesday 23rd March 2021 12:40 pm
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