hearings
No one
on the moon
gets dragged
by a train.
A star
milks
a split
baby. It’s noon
and you are choosing
nudity
for god.
The land is ours where we cry on stilts.
No one
on the moon
gets dragged
by a train.
A star
milks
a split
baby. It’s noon
and you are choosing
nudity
for god.
The land is ours where we cry on stilts.

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