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Flutter too, I zilch. Like so I’m sealed to the desk
In the preparation: unaligned pelvis
Compelled crossly to bear like an unticked timeline
Ritual oil of greens
Rituals of smell basins
Rituals of chewing consideration
And casting off nails rituals of debasing
Based mucus like which calcifies the virus
Rituals of shedding blood
Onto cotton, useful blood. Some people believe in families
Some intimacy believes
We need need, each other, unfolding protection in mucosity
Human insides. How can we hold enough
Back, how can we protect
But say enough to say yes?
Manifesting. Now
Let the people come
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