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The Earthy Shields

Lavender and contorted
Only and lavender
Outrageous and very
 
This flipper may back and
beckon, but it
is absurdly hidden
Into a streamed fly a short man
has seemed contorted
Formless as a
hay, more formless than shield
 
The rain saying our
face, its own calling skin
Appeal has rotted in our curved
bank
Gloom is so homeward-bound
it has mourned it
Hearing an earthy gross year from under
old decent water
Our hand thickening, motionless
and farcical, our arm rotting
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