Pomegranate
through a seed
why is it
so dark
she threads
the needle
she threads
the needle
her left hand
my mountain
who needs
a poetry of hell
november
in the rain
some silence
there was trance
some distance
shit doesn't
make me
a scientist
my mountain
who needs
a poetry of hell
november
in the rain
some silence
there was trance
some distance
shit doesn't
make me
a scientist
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