curse the plough. doomed to seduce, to cut through your matt of nerves and debris. it will pierce the callous and fold you harshly outward. peel off your skin and expose all fertility. you must heave up into the day, while the sun beats hard upon the easy to wound. be embraced by erosion of hoof, heel and seed. ready to be spat upon, run rivers and
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I wish.
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