No demarcation point between public and private, doorless toilet
I call poetry
Trousers banding my knees as I evacuate my guts
From doorframe turtlesnap apertures squeeze shut.
Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge
No demarcation point between public and private, doorless toilet
I call poetry
Trousers banding my knees as I evacuate my guts
From doorframe turtlesnap apertures squeeze shut.
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