green series
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Nothing on this body belongs to me
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≻: Nothing on this body belongs to meArtefacts erected in glassWill not belong to the soil or theGrasp of the dead they wereTaken from. They remainScrutinised by…
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We bashed through the jungle straight to you
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≻: We bashed through the jungle straight to youThis love is a 5 tonne truck bashing through the arms of the jungle — ill-constructed and so noisy you could…
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Jungle deities
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≻: Jungle deitiesLustrous as a naked blade, theseBlue jewels orbit our heads faithfulAs satellites, lonely as aBiker on midnight roads. They pivotIn…
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Feels like we could break
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≻: Feels like we could breakWe are all weak-knee asses stumblingUnder the weight strapped on our narrow backsBraying in protest but still taking steps Forward.…
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Kill the pig, cut her throat
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≻: Kill the pig, cut her throatSlanty eyed, this brute creature, narrowed till it’s cunningWith a glint that, like a hateful rat retreating into sewers, promisesTo…
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What it’s like sleeping on the forest floor
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≻: What it’s like sleeping on the forest floorNature moulds its own spine and we bend ours to Fit every lump and bump on the hill we harbour.…
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