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“Sweet or Knifing”

Under this missive

My legs and fibres
Gain liquidity
But I see how it’s human’s
End, with truth
Six feet below
The canopy where
Old ladies sell
Peach pies now
Breathing constellations
That I was accepting
Of the outside, to be on
The outside
Of that masqued
Jelly spread.

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