Gianmarco Iuele // Contributor 

What a mistake 

it would be  

To step on the neck of a slug  

To live with the thought of  

watery leather, 

skin of my shoe  

poor terrestrial thing!  

a shell of former selves 

asleep where flies eat 

a wake where flies eat  

I meant you no harm  

I harmed you, I meant  

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