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Until Axe Falls
In my poetic abbey's mind beneath the moon's
ambidextrous and the bosoms of Neanderthals
and the renaissance of transgendered madmen
watching the bouncing ball playing head games
until the axe falls circumcising their sheath's skin
born with a caul with a truss on their soul.
ambidextrous and the bosoms of Neanderthals
and the renaissance of transgendered madmen
watching the bouncing ball playing head games
until the axe falls circumcising their sheath's skin
born with a caul with a truss on their soul.
Published 7th Jun 2024
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