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Show

me a letter that

exists & I

will try

to pronounce

it

I'm spitting

through

the X that

once

was my mouth Spit

back

to verify

you've got me

The word

liberates then

requires

then connives

Cuts of

tyrannicidal

plots are traced

on zipperskin

Aging

etches of ether

ribs connect

to protect

vitals

from teeth from claws

Wanderlust me

wanderlust

me not

Operate

the I am

to soften

the rock

Petals

from the tree then

from the hair

dress

the unleavened

board

Secrets can be

purchased

from the whispering

skull under

an unpowdered wig

Perverse sunset

adventures

map a nightlight

exodus

I'm out but

not all

the way

still in

Under you

who

wants to

be you

except me

There is a lowdown

burn to

snack

on locusts

w/ ideal

utensils

Can we

decree

safewords for

revolutionary

roleplay

in another

tongue

A spy can

hide an idea in

the sleeve but

it's safest to

travel

lighter

Air

marks the first

house on a block

that hasn't

existed

The sturdiness

of ssssh to

be built on

comes into question

Stocking kisses

while loving the ankle

suggests

something remains to

be mentioned

Before

we wash

the names

from the sheets

dress me

Meat ages

the unsaid

things to lovers

Cheese uttered &

the voice

subverts the O in disguise

Breathe it /

in /

try /

to /

breathe /

deep / you

& I

are guests caught

between

slant & parenthesis

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