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spinning over hearts, genitals, I believe bee dances make them diminutive cartographers, our dead appear as scent to attend their funerals, tankas and sonnets are a species of orchid, trauma lodged in DNA will become an echo, mercy is a snake’s skin left for us to borrow.
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