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your mother’s shadow

So This Is Love (Cento) To find your own handHanding them moneyTo give the bleating goatFat and red, a placentaPulled open as if she had bittenCold fingers combingThe air in the northEyes rimmed pink Don’t worry just call itOne long … Continue reading

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