Heaping dung on dung


erosion is slow like a pip wiped out on a briarthe deviant eats and gnaws away castigating the hairs

breadth of the day, the Roche  subtle covered holding

flayed the sun rests on the broom  here

come here feel your breast little one the thicket is

dark the gossamer swaddles venial lips purging free form

laid down breathless no one saw it come

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