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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

germinates


everything holds a

drop of poison

everything holds

the end


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