you envelop me like I'm a small patch of forest on a mountain slope and you are a massive loving cloud of honey-amber rolling over and through me, tickling my tree branches and soothing my beasts, and lulling the birds to sleep
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Shadows of Possibility
below the shorn stumps the chemicals seep heavy metals and petroleum chemical coca cola precipitation on solvent as gravity pulls and draw...
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you were a blister an irritating sore spot where toe rubbed on shoe
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rheumy eyes and chewing cud bucolic scrawny flybitten beast raw pink wound a brand on flank seeping yellow sclera in the cold noon sun
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below the shorn stumps the chemicals seep heavy metals and petroleum chemical coca cola precipitation on solvent as gravity pulls and draw...
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