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acid rain through clay

our men are never finished

our women only begin

our sunset women, our

people of the dusk

our sadder but wiser women

and all folk who yearn to die

who yearn to bleed,

their spirits

like acid rain

through clay

spreading poison

til it sprouts


everything holds a

drop of poison

everything holds

the end

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