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I crawl back   he unpacks his tools

oils the wooden handles    rinses the metal

fragrant   his thighs fragrant his sneer

koi & eternity inked on his skin     an ecstatic

blue a bewildered green

some wounds are ovals some wounds are opals

the ears of a white wolf pivot    toward the moon

I flee n

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