o the 7th ratio of the flatea uJiul wears her cu mmer b undd

of the many thighs tonight there is onleeneeneekneneey you rs
ritte'n like thi s

politics is the last resort of 'man's folly' i aint got o mamapapa so
father folitics is foreign to my rain s

o utraged by treee herds we carry collops to the dark side coign cutted arrow roots

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youur body is a long thigh
and

when I put my mou th
(pit my mo th
agai nst its pear)

night whispers

vesper i clamou r

adven t of this union extreme
unction of its celebration
fair
resurrectio n

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ca ncel all political bets

reader of red texts