The poem
the woman inverted to form the child; the nourishment of fruit as destruction decomposition (a turning inside out) the destruction of something loved most to see it written into its very own; every shape-time blackhole-like approaching more and more slowly; nothing from something and so not nothing
Some notes
I got sick of giving things ti…
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