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Updated: Mar 17, 2023

If you're afraid of the bony slamming

Into oblivion

You've already crashed, my friend

Let your owl spirit dive deep

Chase negation down its rabbit hole

¡Instead!, sing-songs bounce across broken

bars, bounding clefts

Split lips spitting sweeter songs still

Bodies in the key of

Grape-love wrath

I will pick the gunk

Between

Your teeth, my big hippo friend

I am your oxpecker

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