Birds, Lakes, and Observations
splits unchipped, chips unsplit
counting threw beauty, followed night beauty
stitch gutter mountains, glossy proof of days' injuries
corpses' thief winds up in the fallen minute moors
wrong our bright voluptuously open heads
new me is the shine, you're my night
Virginia prefers birds,
lakes, and observations to
the spiteful riddles of my tongue
back it back, slash what steps feet don't like
rats bit subtle, grace gladly reports
careful lest Wormswork sewer the stars, lakes, & round roses
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