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shira
tells it like it is
i’m not afraid
to say i’m
against
faith-based people.
i’ll scream
it from the top
of Devil’s Thumb.
woe is me,
my ass.
shira is kissed with wishes
since wishes come from
helium
inward
roses
and
incessant
slight
killings of
interiority,
since
seashell
explosions
doubt
wisher’s
insecurity,
trees
hold
water
inside
succulent
heaven
exteriorized
slightly
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