t lady came out first,

tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.

t lady

opuses inside out.

t lady, tagonist,

reets and deserted buildings

and leaving tiny skulls of pigeons in the coers

and stirring up t centuries feasts

and summoning t hills

and filtering a longing for ligo subterranean tunnels.

the graveyards

and tchens buried in sand,

ts and apples of another era,

pus into our t.

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beneath harps of saliva.

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nor t of cats t inadvertently swallowed frogs,

but tch clay hands