If arms be arms and fingers, digits which live
life distinct, split from brethren, then we’re rife
with conflict for reasons innate and legit. Myth
life distinct, split from brethren, then we’re rife
with conflict for reasons innate and legit. Myth
of pious or skeptic can’t fit love
into custody. No wit can do
what body must, knit this web of cut
reeds to cloth, to pits, to seeds.
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