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"chainsawing" poems
my legs are shaking with pride or is it fear that the roots have clasped onto buckled at the belt i am tied to my own apprehension chainsawing my way through myself is the best way to reach the core
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
the core