oh time from my knees
she has hollowed me
escaping with my voices
tree
of
root
clung from under caves
canyons crawling to greatness
as water is diguised by night
there is no more water
left to breathe
fill on fill
poison
ivey
she
is
my
grapevine
taste
of
wine
then she cellars me
here am i on this shelf
here we are on this shelf
preparing for disaster
she lets my taste
toil away
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