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Swill Bot of Days


Dug up a shell
purple, red-blue.

Steeped in signs
sentience whoodoo.

Fluke in marrow
deep dish inscrutable.

Stranglehold at brinks
throws it down.

Pride wound up
with passions unbound.

Cryptic and smeltery
whips me around.

Head in a haze
panicky rabbity metaphase.

Tender pleasures
at your gaze.

Walk ins
for my dysphoria.

Attuition
embroils, exudes.

Stalks
six different inverts.

Listening to Bach’s
mirror fugues.




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