of merlin’s bush, etc
of horse’s vag, etc
of harps and hamstrings, etc
of nights on the drag, etc
of fish in the phlegm, etc
of eyes half-twinked, etc
of mice-minded men, etc
of brown darlings interlinked, etc
of gads who mean well, etc
of the erasure our DNA still dwells, still tells, etc
of our return to frightening form, etc
of all the cowards who fear color, etc
of all of our running, running, etc
of hugs of hugs of course those come from fresh-tilled soil
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