a quiet red

flank pelts the thick of thunder callous swells round a glib angle stinks heavens high seen seldom the sunken body of sky

mist of living shy light churns the milky loom wobbles tit on a sack of shroom pours out the gutsy coil and brand hangs rich a red pleat to the land

stood narly pinched a mothers spit the gape of babels feet omit spores rabid creep the venal stain fetch reef an eye this utter pain swollen tight the rumpurs pry rat brittle troops the prick of eye

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