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 Mar 2021 Cam
rusty shacks
She
 Mar 2021 Cam
rusty shacks
She
moves like ash through the air
                                                off a balcony
                                                            Me
                                                             of course I’m coarse like gloves  
                                                for falconry
                                                        ­    My
                                                             stomach is the water of the
                                                Balkan Sea
                                                            Her
                                                             cadence is the snow in Fuji
                                                mountain’s spring
                                                          ­  She’s
                                                             a tree I would down just
                                                to count the rings
                                                            When­
                                                             she moves her mouth in any
                                                amount it sings


                                                            Sh­e’s
                                                            When­.
                                                            she’­s
                                                            when­,
                                                          silent­ sirens sing
                                                  on violent violet islets
                                                            and seems
                                                    all the world’s a dream
                                                             I
                                                             am
                                                               the
                                                   breeze the sea sends
                                                           ­   and seas uneven
                                                          ­  sinks ships
                                                           ­     clips wings
                                                                ­ indecent
                                                        ­        is ants
                                                                ­ in the lips
                                                          of her honey drip
                                                                ­       ings
                                                                ­        swings
                                                  ­                      whips
                                     ­                                    glist
                                                                ­           ning
                                                                ­          eclips
                                                ­                           ed  
                                                            ­           miss thing
                                                                ­      get with
                                                            ­            hitch
                                                                ­          ings?
                                                                ­         drip
                                                                ­    queen of kings
                                                           ­               miss  
                                           ­                                myth
                                                            ­             I’m miss
                                                            ­                  ing
                                           ­                           can we just slip
                                                                ­                 into
                                                                ­                  exist
                                                                ­                   ing
                                                             ­             got you in my grip
                                                                ­                 my grip
                                                                ­                     is
                                                                ­                   tight
                                                           ­                          ning

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