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logocide

you opened wide and I saw snakes

writhe and spill--

in your tone, a twist

to split hairs and hijack flyaways..


a poison tongue parading

as it trode across the backs of guileless souls--

your logocidal venom a paralyzing curse not yet removed.

🌷(1)

◄ morning light

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