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they warn everyone about me
in the trade commissions, the medical
establishment. you, my templar, my tempest,
skeptical of the rich men topping
evidence you witness yourself,
giants carrying girls to the stars -
to live like a flame instead of ashes, acrid.
"there is no evidence" in "science"
they suit and tie, yet an empire built on digging
roots for the hurricanes
apothecaries, grandmothers, herbalists;
living into biblical ages.
garden hands, you could fight the masses,
but when you believe your own eyes
my inflated price disappears.
for you: i am free because you are fair.
live, my love. burn.
โดฒ.
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nothing in particular.
she displays no traits which explain
the health impacts of slurping her up,
like royal jelly, you drown between the thighs
like tubers reaching through the soil
to china.
like me without you. i am just doll.
when you take me in, we metabolise
and suddenly, the alchemy of digestion
magically surges through your veins,
neurone, nerve of you to not let me
race up your spine. like a series of locks, clicking
one vertebrae at a time,
i pump your blood, sweeping your heart for me.
sacrum to skull, like a lightbulb
you remember me.
let me walk in, i will show you.
i am nothing in particular,
unless you want to wake up your gut.
โดฒ.
