Parading

Dryness tunnels my nostrils,

could clear every longing from me,
could clear every longing from me,
could clear every longing from me,
if I were as mutable and eager to be changed
if I were as mutable and eager to be changed
as I say. There are days I beg to be left,
as I say. There are days I beg to be left,
to see what I’ve been withholding. —Patrycja Humienik
to see what I’ve been withholding.
—Patrycja Humienik

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