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My Forest There is a beast,My Forest by ~abject-ampersand
with a warm crocodile grin,
(enticing to lonely children)
who sleeps under the cool pond
There's an oak at the ledge
and with twisted limbs it withers and creaks
(tickles and croons)
to the wind, speaking to that beast.
and there's a woman who knows the oak
they talk wretched of me, swaying together, and
(I watch her)
in the night, she leaps among the darkest houses, undressing, delirious.
Wretched! Everyone else has moved on! Heavy and fetid; the smell of my home.
Because of the beast the woman and the oak!
(Together for hundreds of years)
all wild and writhing together.
There Isn't Much To Say Yarn , unraveled, is crazy,There Isn't Much To Say by ~abject-ampersand
all teeth and knots, curves and knuckles
twists and whips and tight, fast corners
spin it up however, and then roll her along.
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There's taste of garlic. A tang. A pucker.
It's love! Pineapple and kiwi!
Spicy cayenne. Pain- like heat- but better
Here, there is mild mozzarella, but paler.
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Sleek and silver-smooth smiles,
molten steel babbling and laughing,
spitting and writhing,
burning and blinding and good at keeping it a secret.
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Dry, sweet hay, but not. Softer,
like a pillow. Nineteen rows of dieing corn
but livelier- more touchable,
and slower to gro
Insecure 
Sta.sh
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"Never outsmart your common sense"
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