Grift
Sucking water,
the venusian venetians are blind to what
hot tolls erupt. When I was younger
among
or agog
within
hemlines embraced, hemlines followed
the course of wind-swept pelts.
It’s along those days.
My skin was and isn’t
flustered by tidal grift.
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