You Call Me Animal but I am not your predatoryou bear your fangs to mebut I cannot see past that grin, I gave birth to you but I was already dead. You called that a sin, but I was already wed, a mere mortal, when you thought I’d live again. Tetrahedron If all the pencils in the worldshrivelled into graphite nubs I would write your namein the ashes on the hearth If the damp sands washedaway with the rising tide I would go to my basementand […]
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