Void (of course.)
Sunday, January 15, 2017
f_ck a farm
calf in quiet cold
wombless aches in bones & blood
frozen meets the morn
.
art in making fire
moods like air vents open / close
alchemy breathing
.
piglets squeal surreal
corn meal mud poop - goop rampage
new life carries pain
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December 13, 2017 at 10:45 AM
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July 31, 2019 at 4:46 AM
started my day with that poem
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