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Aug 2015
**** snakes from your skin
one by one and
in masses.

the mother lizard
vomits her egg
and the child
lives there
forever.

until the dust syphons
the bones from this cage
we are a constant, ripening, pulse.
Written by
mike
377
   ---, --- and LB Parker
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