Their secret racism spoke in vol-
umes,
cold calcutta whispers biting into new so-
il,
and now the fox and the hen are just circles,
and loose-spun bottlecaps litter the streets.
The city lights shone bright at noon,
and He cannot see;
And now everything there is and every
thing
there was is/now/was this
broken battery in the snow,
and now the fox and the hen are just circles,
repeating the volcanoes again and again--
and nothing is relevant
to the Steel-man's hands,
weaving circles into what doesn't matter
where the carpenter's work is wasted
for a sense of having
a hand in the fox's fur.
The city lights are reflected
off of littered streets, with heat to
feed to the
snow to better the battery and find the hen.
But things are fighting the Steel-man's hands
to keep volcanoes in repose
and there is
there was
a melting at noon,
still seeing the fox and hen in circles;
and now the plexiglas hives are radiating abreaction,
and things could Not be better.
The parts not in italics are his, the words that are belong to me. Yaay, 
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Congrats to *KampfVerein for winning my Be Mine Mini Contest with his poem [link] !
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baby, seasons change, people dont
tons of collabs
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"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
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"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
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baby, seasons change, people dont
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