Root rot,
What god..? the devil’s mouth;
Unhavoc me.

Love turns her shoulder and
plunged a cold eye,

Shucks oysters for weeks;

A wretched walk. Cluck
Of the tongue. A purple stain
In the hand. Irredeemable.

The truth of it. Nocked in the bone,
sins frenzy the blood, a whole thing
eaten away from itself

Toothsome and starved,
A snake that eats its own tail

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