.Like Rimbaud
I licked the venom from
The Mother's c***
Fingertips embrace the swollen wound
That has become my soul
A shady tree
And a drunken monk
A vivid stroke
And a dying breath
I cast the bones of red dogs
Gnawing at my impending doom
On a shore, on a.
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