Dear Honeyblooded, won’t you tune for me /
an ambered fate, a dance atop beauty

Dear Honeyblooded, won’t you tune for me /
an ambered fate, a dance atop beauty
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Bags eat away at the steadfast beliefs held by human beings regarding usefulness. Through this very effective tactic, they determine their multiplication and survival.
"which famine do you belong to? / will you watch your mouth?"
dearest toad,
when the pelicans launched into orbit, I looked at you sideways, circling and circling, the motion of the birds described by some differential equation.
your friend,
frog
But after seeing the bone-lean bodies trailed behind
your soldiers’ growling stomachs, the unearthing
of your uncatchable lizard would have offered you
a sight recognizable though rewritten in rock
wither your athletes/
dissolve your girls/
forget the toxic flesh