we are three, astropomorphic
and greatest limericks bursting
through raspberry groves, where
i had (so violently, inside) left
the painted door cracked open
an invitation, into
a paralleled kingdom, but lips
were shivering under riverbeds
of drowned fragments
that had fallen from our lips!
and Yet!
Restored gradients, from metallic streams
but where had the dissimilar misogyny come from?
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