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Poems by Inchiki
What to do?
what to do?
in love with you!
you know there is some sorcery in it
musky nettled magic that I want to eat
drooping flowers, wetted by silence
smelling of nether, baited with sorcery!
it heaves me about like a limp thing
I’ll rise to this now
then swell into the trough
dictators - the waves
how can I get off?
