fang
in the dull
tooth
of my womb
this sadness
I did not
inherit, that I
cannot
pass on,
does not
make me
human
but some
third, fourth
incurious
beast
loitering
in the belly
of a ruined, or half built
ark
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
fang
in the dull
tooth
of my womb
this sadness
I did not
inherit, that I
cannot
pass on,
does not
make me
human
but some
third, fourth
incurious
beast
loitering
in the belly
of a ruined, or half built
ark
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