In defense of the Bog life

Unfortunately I have been unable to reach you

Busy with meandering and strategic planning of high-calibre Sunday roasts

Involving various different unnamed salamanders

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The salamanders believe in love insofar as they shrivel and squeeze into various shapes-

As the opportunity presents itself, of course

Haughty in appearance, quibbling in nature

But fundamentally prone to their looming obsolescence

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Subject to a higher power,

I yearn for shameless peatiness

And resolve the dissonance in my dire cocoon of make-believe

Fuelled by synthetic materials

Plastics, concretes, metals, and the like

But washed away with the very same components rearranged

In a more palatable style