Memory would flower

Memory would flower
In the quartz garden
Surrounded by warm fox fur
In tune like a guitar string

The shit bears with their death hyenas
Storms of depression and jaws bloody
Envelope the female form with anger
And set the ammunition figs exploding

Memory winds around the headstock
Wisdom tunes it
It presses lightly down onto the fret board
And then even the dead start singing

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