hyperactive sons
birth mothers
move
the word
of god.
from this point on, I am not dead.
is this
how I sound
saying
to water
that beneath
a rabid
bat
two sisters
share
a leech?
cairn
is to
the father’s
stomach
what melancholy
is
to sorrow. would that one’s
non-existence
could be
again.
kingsoftrain 
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