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This jungle of words. Fear, like a badger

When the dialogue stops there will be a royal bleed.

On the rim of a beer glass, stand, white crystals of salt.

Gliding on the clover you invoke the sky.

I have never been the same, after watching, the abandoned

Give me a lone word. I will write a poem.

When I hold the pen, it trembles in my hand; the poem.

You dig in your heels, when blood spills

Do the shadows talk solemnly, when

Tonight, come for moon watch. I will show you the night birds.