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hayfevered

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i am made of twine, tightly wrapped
around gods fingers
turning them blue
(or blackening, for gold oxide/
gold ichor, coursing through her veins)

i have not the words to worship
nor the voice to cry
just rope, fraying, pulling tight
around both ceramic lungs

please god let me breathe


holla holla get dolla

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