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Second Doll

Allyssa Wolf

ah bridge comes on its way
gut don't demand that
they lilies speak, as far eye
was shipped writhink da strick'd science
according to them chamber of clouds eye was
an air of flesh, torch-blue

du ever see eyes like
some insides
of it slave trader's boot?
there mine
devoted among are deer
ein made herte among
they grey whipping grasses
eye was

Allyssa Wolf

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