nail hard
— as i was saying
your
(idea of) death ain’t mine(s)
i(’ll) sprout any how
(flourish!)
your rot flesh don’t make me no
(ting) never mind
— s t r e t c h —
not too long
(just) long enough (just)
dark(ish) grow(th)
hard as illusion(s)
and furthermore —
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