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a daubed lip | gauze and the delectable ruin of blood
safely matted now | his examined birth | such waking pheromones
that cling to him | such unworked clay | ribbons can make a net
a net should catch | especially the kissing shadows
of his sailor wake | his gait like a tree on fire
you make milk from his knuckle dust | believe you were in his