ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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pismireyou can perch on her all you insects that consider her tasty or divine and she’ll not swot you you can rest on her and she’ll move carefully trying to not disturb although of course she could grind you to paste or flick you away, mortally injured it is not her desire it is not her will to cause you harm in this respect she is like others of her kind only when they are DEAD Accidentals (2008) |
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