comes not say
passer
over the shadow
shake a hand so
I like a wet bird
bears my people
slap name into
received
and star
I have thit on a
map
very old
wich howth howls of wolves
hiena put their
smelling
like snout
the taste of blood
(three drops petrified
as our tongues)
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