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MANY LIVES
We change skins knowing the tint of our hides are but fleeting thoughts flesh-flavors in tangy fertile blood.
Seeds are offered to the whirling gods extracting payments as we are born again spawning chances.
Giving birth or sperm we remember the endless song of water trying on lives like many-colored hats.
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