zafusy

mine was an indian
followed as slip scalp
the swart self

you(me) compress
victory instead ice
(de)ascends a stanchion- birth
salmon tears now equal
your sullage

he is ruddy, you’re healthy
be careful here you siphon a slowdescent
rust makes us syllogise
eyes for holy-oak

look up to repel
the
understory

Ryan Laks

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