vein
in the blue church of my father’s thirst
I wear it
(hunger)
like an eye-patch, and emerge
starless
from the uncooked blood
of my shadow
in the blue church of my father’s thirst
I wear it
(hunger)
like an eye-patch, and emerge
starless
from the uncooked blood
of my shadow
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