Matryoshka tiger-skin
lancer: dot
of
yellow,
I clasp your maimed torso;
it is like a tiny,
weightless
bolt,
and then that spill of oil:
dew on a stark summer morning.
By Joseph Bullock
Matryoshka tiger-skin
lancer: dot
of
yellow,
I clasp your maimed torso;
it is like a tiny,
weightless
bolt,
and then that spill of oil:
dew on a stark summer morning.
By Joseph Bullock
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