Questo stimolo, il wrestle, resurrection dei bastoni asciutti, gambi tagliati che lottano per posare i piedi, che san ha sforzato cos tanto, Rosa su tali membra lopped ad una nuova vita? Posso sentirsi, underground, che succhiando e sobbing, in mie vene, in mie ossa lo ritengo -- le piccole acque che si filtrano verso l'alto, i grani stretti che separano in fine. Quando i germogli scoppiano, sdrucciolevole mentre i pesci, io quail, magra agli inizii, fodero-bagnati.
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