Still worm
still trouncing, long
and lacquered for shores
on tri pon-knees.
Hone words crispy soldiers
your bones make crunch go now.
and the loose burn cringe
your values make
make me grow a cudgel from my
fore-or-head.
So one word blistered holders
keep my fingers free
from bur-r-r-ns.
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