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because i think if i say it enough times...

Once, I thought I'd leave a place and find myself.
I arrived, wrapped myself in sand...

His name was Little Bird, brown and thin,
his friends snapped wrists and...

I think the moon is big and bright
but on this night...

Beneath my ribs, an intrinsic understanding of
warm muscle, steady breath...

Partly because I couldn't be drawn to care,
and partly because my bed is warm...

I spy yellow horns of corn...
nibbled specks of candy...

Lately, the forest is dank
with mussed trees...

Forms are hard, I don't like trying to
*usher my words into something straight, I like...

Poop is smelly, sultry, deep
and full of secrets richly steeped...

Tuna's in the wet,
scales slipping in the sea...

There once was a man
who had only one nostril...