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ignore the pointed hat baby, i’m ten gallons of poison and bile, vile – when storms sweep in from the badlands on black chargers and appaloosa steeds they blow me like tumbleweed through dustbowl towns with hivemind townfolk and priest’s pretty daughters, what is love but vile, wild? this one has eyes like a renegade fire, kisses an effigy of me before she goes to dream, i swear i’ll leave when the hurricane next calls, but she is all ribbon and strawberry freckles, lying in fields of sweet-grass and hiding my gifts of wolf’s bane and eye of newt in satin bags where her rosaries ought to be –