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your nocturnal presents

light-footed,

seeds: hidded.

green-chaired,

white-haired.

jaws: fitted,

teeth-bitted.

one ounce,

too speedy.

three loves,

for teeny.

your lies?

believing.

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nick-burns

American

Published: Apr 26, 2021
LinesWords: 1219

Notes: you could run the world
from your momma’s house,
from your barn house,
from your silo house,
our flintstoned-foot mouse.

RIP, Vasily.
2019-2021

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