Your hand torching
through the pharmaceuticals
gag reflexes buried
between your stomach walls
and your dwindling
geography of lost teeth
but, no, I don't give
a fuck about the drones
lipping the underside
of every lost letter
licking for hours
the stamps of hooves
a severe seasonal
emotions rising horselike
from a small cage
in a large cloud
despite my 'wtf' I am interested
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