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naked trees are the worst

their tiny sharp eyes
tunnel through my skin
like horsey finger tips
unburied
their points reshape each day
and make me jittery

at night i try to become
one with the ground but
my dirty pillow gives me away

and i could kill myself
after each fuck
and really die
a manic depressive
cast down upon the earth
an unholy hook
covered in darkness
i row row row my boat
where serpents eject fire from their mouths
and all good things are white gulls
ousted from their nests 

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