Shamanumea
Took an internal flight
To the Kachinas
On the back of Ursula's
Twin Dragons
"Well, what happened?"
Asked a curious historian
Who'd been unwinding coils
Of paper and electronic distortions
"I got hunted by the Cosa Nostra, dammit!
They cornered me and said,"
' Son, you need to work on
Purifications'
Sang the Shamanumea
Who'd shape-shifted
Itself into a Phoenix
Just in case it
Effed things
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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