Simic Manipulary

In time I striate my axes and think

Then there are others

In rue with the cue of the risk of the time of denial

I stay far away, sir, from the red

And to know is to bleed but feeding me?

You don’t stand a chance

I’m grosser than the ball

So keep your knits in a bundle

And stay warm on the streets of Pakistan

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