fit into a pocket therefore
it's unstealable and why
Doe the animal define itself
or decide
to leave behind only an image, what
did her house smell like?
Broken on the floor of a place
falling neatly behind the word
home to an unwholesome
Existential species catching people
In its teeth.
Such a strange
cycle such
a strange world we rely
on reliance and somehow
things still
Thrive; I guess
it's so
perfect it doesn't
Have to be
Flawless.
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