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once, i was a story

eat the rind of my hero cycle.
i want to be saved at the end of journey.
the man who wrote this lived inside a cave 
inside a cave & believed he was conjuring odyessy.
wrote monsters down my throat & a mother
with a stomach full of pendulums. i emerge patchwork word. 
landscapes turn into men. outside of mouth, i am nothing
but a jellyfish's fears. footfalls on a dark moon.
trust me when i say i have tried to make it to flyleaf. 
to a grape leaf conclusion. but the sun keeps falling 
in the glass of milk. guadrians find more thresholds 
for me to be birthed by. women in lakes are always mine. 
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