the Physical Spine,
(sinuous rhythms, veined lineage, all,)
becomes surreally uninquisitive
when drawn against
any thought which crawls its length.
go on, love
shed your skin.
i’m in your blood.
(sinuous rhythms, veined lineage, all,)
becomes surreally uninquisitive
when drawn against
any thought which crawls its length.
go on, love
shed your skin.
i’m in your blood.
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