to get to where you fell
to where the vines
were going off the rail
so I said to my cock
no it’s not you it’s me
it’s entirely not your fault
innocent fleshy plumage
like another ear or extra hand
in the shape of one large finger
whether you were large or small
had nothing to do with you
essentially blown up like a balloon
but what I want to know
is who does the blowing
that everything be subject
to desire and the vine
increase
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