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Dýnamis | A Poem by Eva Beeldsnijder

You, flutter of uncontrolled aphrodisia.
Rubbing, scraping, tearing your good cells.

Enhancing in sour heat, evoked from the wrong.


You refine parts of your body jungle.

Blues turn green.

Lines of gum spout your skin to gold, glorifying the thrust withal.


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