canine exhales my steam face spit bath tippy toed, noses nippy cold
touch i'm looking up through gnarling gashers, through drooly jowls
peering into my peer canine ate seven sick five year olds baretoothed
brawls lost what they unmindedly kick we shrug and barly bear hug
and grapple down to the ground the same ground grounding us the
same ground grounding those that ground us...a(tension).b(is).
.c(building).d(words).e(waiting).f(to be).g(used).h(cascading).
.i(through).j(any void).k(pore).lost..."time to move on," they say."
i'm sorry, but i gotta go." i'm hoping once i'm a big kid and i look down to the ground,
it'll seem futher away canine ate seven sick five year olds.


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