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The Shallow Guts Of Men
I reel in dirt
through many eyes
-big eyes, small
eyes and terrestrial
eyes
From afar in the
aquarius camp
whereas
strewn at
each iring other,
men vying off
And their sightseers
awkwardly squinting
nuts
cooling off sudor
through the cove
For there's no
spring wherewith
recapitulate.
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