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eyes down in order to hear
to be witnessed
call it fraughtdom oscillating on the backs of our surnames what we bring to the sand and drops, tote like all desperate to say a thing with paint from mornings of calm grain trawling to say the thing anyone says they can say in silencing our persons our dens our container caress and the dub at the steps and the buzz upon gums someone to love you like you hold in in
Our potentials
pricked and tasting from balloons we sent to sky beneath tranquiliser hoof shots taught us to run still life to get higher than