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Small But Fine

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let we the hapless stream along with calculated marchings- let we!
stir this forest's copper underbelly
with grave-robbing palms
with prey-seeking cries

though, we daren't find comfort here,
this brittle cradle of earth's isn't no place for even a one youngthing.


    mama red-breast, teach us how to hunt to kill. i've had this all planned out, but i'm not so good at the finishing. if we didn't swoop so low we wouldn't crash so much, but see, i'm awfully hungry.



just last winter's mute-
in a sugar-spun dress,
i used to be made of realness
now i'm knowin i talk too much an i say so little-
no matter what ima be lonesome in my own brains


let we watch november run,
december too while we pump out bloodless veins-
and by we, i [nearly always] mean me


sure i got holes in my shins,
but i'm canopy-lipped,
and i think a little more about standin every every day
---


so i am thinkin
i should stop
wishing you
h e r e

and just
just put me

where

you

are.
guernica-brand new
the reeling-passion pit



i miss you like a fresh pulled tooth.
can't think of anything but that gap,
and it hurts.

smile for me, eh?
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Knifapotamas's avatar
As usual...


I feel as though the instant I click on one of your pieces, I am helplessly ensnared by your words. :heart: