sounds
across us
senses of traffic
let
me off
that hook slow
holding
in passages
pushing the wall
skirling
over willows
wherever we can
ants
and cows
watch our hips
curled
being born
turning with delicacy
open
tunnels into
loving calamitous world
across us
senses of traffic
let
me off
that hook slow
holding
in passages
pushing the wall
skirling
over willows
wherever we can
ants
and cows
watch our hips
curled
being born
turning with delicacy
open
tunnels into
loving calamitous world
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