Easter On The Way To The Ocean

The hair must be mechanized
If it is to be The hair
Always a prosthetic
already
She
Exhibits sure signs of growth
A plasma testiment
resilience
In spite of tender celery
Falls
            falls off
                             falls off the bone

The hair
necessitates mechanization

We both knew
The time
Of being in a bigger body
Was wrecked with pain
Wrecked
It was wrecked before we got there
And we were two and smart
So we always knew

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