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Whale in the Woods there’s a whale in the woods flattening the grasses, weeds, and saplings

big as a building of fat and skin his breath going out and nothing to do abou can’t drag him back to the blood rippling from his throat grooves his eye trapped up there small and scared


grim as teeth or numbers

the ooze of weird he is crushing a whole patch of bluebells

Propeller 2.4  

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