Slobberwolf
I counted almost ten bones
It was a muddy moment
I continued to feel strange
And chose the strangest one
An ache none can see
I am so over it
I feel calm now
And temporary
Turn me please
You are deserted
I was born on a menu
Sure my laugh was improper
Improper as a parmesan cheese
I assisted a passenger
in a car full of diversity
No one ever got out
No one
I was nuanced
I was queer
I was argent
I was an agent ago
Torso-me elves
& one
& eon
& eon
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