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Angles Morts

forgive my roots

get up, girl
the dew reclaimed
i'm freeing the brambles
and playing the long game

the feminine singular imperative
under too much pressure
and a rushed shave skin squeak
taste of outdoor sensory terror

if the ground is my symmetric plane
i've far yet to grow in upper domains
to forgive my roots my damaged veins

other things said

  1. feeling squealy
  2. no false spring

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