Minor are your art, that
Axe me
by dint of your say
there,
I had hidden
many silent spaces
to bite your sound
and,
spill darkness
to every of your words,
that slither lifeless
your mighty hulk;
wading down my gulp
to every bunch of
your clogging clump:
The thicket of mucous;
I muster, enough
my breathing marshal
cell by cell,
Oxygenated!
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