Axolotl |
Born
in an
axolotl-tank
no
mother
no father
the chorine
claws its
way
out
of the
chorion
of
a
glass jar
She runs away
one hell of a heroine of a chorine
Where
who knows?
Who knows
where?
who knows
chorine
born
out of
axolotl womb
she runs away
to
unguessed actions
of vows
ups
and downs
lows
amorine bows
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