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LION IN THE BUSH
changed clothes
changed faces
what was the smoke in the sky?
in the box!
HYENA BY MY OWN
wrote it out
like scraps
like gristle we burnt it
so no I don’t know anymore
without a face or sex

GOLD TUMBLE APART
where’d it get so lined?
what was given to me?
what was thrown away
remember the cramps spasms torn