When the human city has you crushed
Like trash into your cube
Come fly with me through the bluebird sky
Or wriggle through the earthworm underground
Stockpile in squirrel hollow
Run through the rabbit brush
Root through the rat trash
And slime along slug log.
Why is the peasant girl only redeemed by becoming a queen?
I'd write it the other way around.
With every …
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