I washed myself in hot milk
poured through myself
sweated my mankind
out of my pores
where i kept my promises
of a new life
strict glass that i swallow
when i remember
i cleaned out of old addictions
made my digestion
and now i focus
into me
and i see the empty board
with a smile
alive in the field
sugar sweet
watching like a child
red spices
running wild
yet not dead

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