Her Favorite Sport

Not as one would suspect
(I most assuredly am able
To acertain)
Is the love of all the flowers;
Hair & nails;
Shoes & fabric;
Fine food & things
Printed on green fiber
Dug from the soul
Deeper than the earthen
Clay pots of hieroglyph
Her's is none of these.
She wants to run
& watch them bleed.

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