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Nov 2020
Today I am an oil painting
Slick and wet, a fever dream
I am your "angel" in the outfield
Screaming
And you want me
to comb your every hair?
Lap up every shorn tendril?
With pride
We keep petting ourselves
Asking who bakes for the baker
Annie Dark
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Annie Dark
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