box
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box rather a box of winds than a sack, then my heart’s carapace. am rust. anointed danger, nature, lust. rather for what? am stall, then. rather, a sack of winds. who trusts in god knows dumb luck’s other half that startles, starts. inside the box the god in truss. rather the river than the rock the river breaks on that sack of winds, like something I whispered into your ear nothing was said. ...
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