Back hurts from being hagridden, angstridden
My body is a Turkish torture lab, auguring new ways to hurt me
My soul was one brave but on the day of our breakthrough proved deserter
Stirring up today’s fiftieth green tea, floor like piano keys
I’m staring at my moneymakers like a palmreader plotting fates on skin graphs
The strange dreaminess of lacked sleep, reality tacked on, skin graft
On my sleeve the definite impression of monkey teeth
Slave to keef, I crave its relief
What was kept back is released.
Alchemisland 
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