things my feet catch in high tide:
venomous brain cells
manic marrow
memory-rich barnacles
fretful fingernails
fatty judgment
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See AllRoaches rustle up Legs, screams catch in a black box; Septic words sting, black mold builds strength over time, A monster, as you call it.
I set-up auto-pay so I don’t have to think about it, but I always forget.
As if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.
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