I
The blend of gene and name.
How you carry the
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Water has the wisdom,
the bones may not agree.
No commentary today. There was no
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Vespa,
the live wasp
of paper house,
feeding the insects
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Indicted,
the firm grass―
will start a fire. I was trying
to find my path in smoke.
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It was just my time.
To become responsible for
me and I had become recluse,
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I hear your voice
coming from within.
The disconnect, the cultural clash,
from river,
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In blood and grass
lies the snowman.
I must not look at it twice
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Amnesia.
I want to drink tonight,
purple hellebore.
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What happened? I would
ask the realness
of genocidal face.
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