I was before this wonderful, a rolled-up tongue and saliva drips names slurry
my memories iced, now a healing head
got internal chemical rearrangements passing days in sensitive skeleton robotics, the inside-out intestinal knot-work, legs jive under night’s cover
so won a month’s hard labour in a survivor’s chat-room
I was before this wonderful


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