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Of Iscariot Before absolution hung from a puzzle tree, he was dropped from the sky traveled the length of blue birth canal, was delivered on fours. Now, gripped treeless by the sharp snap of vertebrae, he bleeds up "there would have been others" whose lips part and refuse at the scent of desert in human hair. |
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