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Soil Collects Wet
Black dew
Where do you begin?
Spilling bleeding forth in veins
Past fingerbone roots clutching
Your pulsing swelling sides
Sculpting cutting carving
You breathe moss smoke and blow
On those glittering embers
We kick stars long dead over the edge
Watch them sink into your dark palms
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