Quote Originally Posted by senia View Post
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and I will write in the sound of rust,
jagged lace, an acrid dust, dried
blood of snake and you will eat
the words I write. each slash
and stroke a nail, a grain of sand

and when you cry and swallow rough,
I'll murmur oil of lemons and
sow your throat with salt

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I like a lot of what you have here in the thread, but the sounds of this one in particular, and the intriguing juxtapositions, caught me.

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