[the underside/ when]
I do not know how to begin
the worm, or the heal
the ridged grove where your wing slid
[ I am not open enough ]
I want to open my mouth, but you --
--it's not a thing helped when wind
without a shell
hollows out your heart-bone, rib of when
there was a net;
see -- on the horizon there --
a cleavage like a fin fluttering the shallow
eyes of pale yellow that do not blink
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is this real?
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