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***
mistake me not
wher gentle
kindleds
and tender wishes arise
no not of kindness
or the many
beautifuls
that spiral

a seeker of hunger
and thirsty for
mouthfuls
the moon crescent
in my veins

red pretty n cesspools

ignore thee of
thy ways
ask not of thy name

or the color
of my eyes


" and the Lord said to Cain where
is Abel your brother "

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