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Jackson has been singing a song using my poem as lyrics while I've been writing it. Here are the results of our "collaboration."
Here's my poem:
WEARWOLF
Hymen encased in foil.
Now we remember our youths as janitors.
The potion removes skin, encases the lucky ones
in a foul bag of humours.
Claws scratching the midnight, oh you,
Now we remember the minutes with skin
backwards, blown out under the bridge
old newspapers worn by deaf urchins.
I stay away from the doctor at night.
I hide in moss like a secret, yowling
eaten along the path. Moments later
I enshroud the moon with my delights.
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