cabal
it was
before it met me
a town
/ it is now
both babies, it be
alone, it be
the number
of times
god
went missing / it does not be
what is touching
what arouses
acolytes
of narrative
thrust / I spill
milk
and you
treat me
like I’ve stepped
on a stick / revelation
was the lord’s
idea / wasn’t
to have animal
devour
animal / until / it’s too pretty
what you’re putting
on paper
/ I get my food
from food, time
from the grace period
given
to clones / a man
with bad posture
the posture
of an infant
dreams
the apples
in the house
have been
turned off / the darkness
of being eaten
once
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