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Jul 2016
Its all smeared with flesh
the thoughts of an ape
while cracking nuts.

Anvil and hammer
stone on stone
the flesh of a seed.

And I chased off my brother
with a stick
raised above my head.

And my sister wanted babies
and I always wanted ***
and nuts were good for strength.
sister as in fellow females of the tribe
Written by
nivek
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     Micahel De Tomasso, Mack and ---
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