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I ran into a salmon belly sun
Jumping high without a look behind me
Such a holla such spin-deemed tilted moon tunes
Screams of foxes fucking my own bukkake demons
Spewing amongst the ripped guts of dustbin bags gurning
As magenta turned to grey I lost my way and in the dark
A humble crack whistle fisting for an echo
I tripped tripping was tripped and tripled took a tumble
Falling into my self made nothing
Crawling low a creeping ground gut an obscene outshut welted
Wedded to an unseen ode to insurrection without direction
I cried like a baby
Steps again after falling after falling after falling
Astray asleep walking parsley thyme and sage
Heals everything and everyday
A new beginning and I jump high
The salmon belly sun behind me
whale
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