Saw him for the first time on level ground
But his hands were tied towards an index huggably
Feign foreigness to the air here
Primed to found ribs,
The nail-embedded silk center
Tucks self into chiseled styrofoam
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They take care that is ungiven
And held
To not be caught
In that red, “better angel"
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A thin gnat voiced effort and toil
Oh trespassers’ sea pasture
This is an ocean of omnicide
Victories key in magic: wildsome, winds