he craps the clag with crockered tands
clothed in the sun with loamy lambs
ribbed with the adder warble he stans
the tinkling seed beneath him bawls
he washes on his moundy walls
and like a stumpy god he stalls
i am no longer @cassia. i am something else entirely.
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