let's let mud find it's way up between the spaces between our toes,

that might be a solution to a problem we never knew we had

a smart-ass rhetorical question answered with machine gun fire

that spits in the same rapid rhythm as your rabbit laugh

straight through your chest and all the holy water that runs

through your veins, blessed

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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