the rankle of leaves

Have the beasts answered your
call yet    have the morsels of
hate braided a future of

cannot-dos  haven’t-the-times
-them-toes?    the rankle of

leaves ranges from coast to
skin and leaves your breath a
quantum step away from the

reach of pen    the quills
remember the time when each
stone was one melt away from


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