triple
soak in a half-cocked desperation
“you
ain't mad! you ain't mad”
dripping
away and dripping away
shuffle
the steam-cloak from your shoulders
shuffle
the earth clod shoes to the door
and
make a tiled-heart workspace in your throat
where
the beater-elves
pound
pound
pound
and
work that elfin magic on your tiled-heart workspace
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