forty %
low fat poetry by chi.
gabilan
imagination limns a curve of spine
enumerating vertebrae
whispering 'mine'
how deep you are in this
the game plays different
every time
though tenets persist
efforts to undo
tirelessly manifest
incineration is always arbitrary
no matter how deep you are in this
i apologise to confuse you
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