(-)
it was for healing the hand of the plain hand
that I
was touched / well blood
on a bread
crumb
massage me
a brainwashed
worm / well comb
all you want
the eyesight
of god / swallow
a hair
in the house
that birth
built…
–
can’t
this once
a thing
die
in the sanctuary
of its double
kingsoftrain 
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