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Ditherer
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Now you've slipped
the bonds of earth,
given in to discontent,
framed in ageless girth.

We wallow underneath
sucking sap from bulbous
belly folds. Fickle wraiths
lick the dew with careless
tongues.

Fingers fused together
to tug the hair and hover
over the ground while
the beasts imbue the skyline.

Drumming through cities
with the beat of each step
like wrecking balls leaving
a trail of ruins in our wake.