Complications of Ana’s Inheritance

I’ve molded and muttered,
Scorned and scolded and
Bandaged my brow,

How now,
The institutions have changed their locks.

And the only bleeding thing
I’ve left within this fleshy hollow
Has denied me of my own inheritance.

Whistles form on lips;
And sing.

Doubly do I
Desire
Your incantations and admirations.

A subtle hint of isosceles,
And a drowned goat.

To keep my body purified.

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