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I crawl back he unpacks his tools
oils the wooden handles rinses the metal
fragrant his thighs fragrant his sneer
koi & eternity inked on his skin an ecstatic
blue a bewildered green
some wounds are ovals some wounds are opals
the ears of a white wolf pivot toward the moon
I flee n
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