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hair poem: a nightterror

  from the baguette: playing with the horse on your head in the wind fuck that! too ‘cute’ by halves cut in half deaths in custody homeless inonunderabove under BUT ON THEIR OWN LANDtheir own land Terraor the wind is balmy this midwinter night like prospero by the road trying to catchears this wind message the ancient mother coos  birthing is no seduction how much longer the parlour game?: rebel! & get kicked out! Give them a chance please 😭 innocent children  don’t get too clever by half impressing the politic crowd love heart a bitta ticker great heart is all that matters no more habituation to desensitization Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.