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  • hand at my throat

    after the stormplastic chairshalf the yard greenhalf brown and stale staring into each otherwhile tears fellfrom somewhere deeper than us goodbyeagainagainagainstill continuing laying next to youuncertain where our clothes werecertain only of this your hand around my bellythe other slight at my throatspooning like I was built around you in bed we playedlike nothing was…

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  • water flow

    mediocre medicinea plagueinfantilit’s not what it seemsis what you always told me watching you leadis what led meto confusion bottles rattledwindows strayedcats stayeda mechanism that encounteredtrue betrayala pathetic closure palms sway and my wishes weighremembering my strengthwas only the beginning skin was tightboilersmy appearance changedunder your demand sometimes i thought; for the better of meand…

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  • brisk math

    possession or illusionweapon or a tool time does it’s magic bringing wisdomhealing to cuts must we wait on itor pretend it doesn’t exist spring to briskconclusionsour heartsput at risk limitlessthey told uslife we continue the fightasking ifwe enjoyed it accounting each momentto a numberthat probably is too infinitetoo fine and that’s whyyou were neverreally mine

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  • ticking borders

    how vicious / pretentiousclock ticking between bordersa war zonemy conscious mind—abilities to be at peace our cycles unlike oceans—they roar like lions on mountaintopsi feel my heartbeatonly time would telltick tickthe universe at workundercover officer of fateanswering the fight of debate how vicious the suede,heat still clinging to your arms—you held me like a performance,but…

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  • already hers

    there it was againa washed-up droughtfrom the panic of a heartless core—not a heartless man,but the foundation within him,brittle to the bore. without two bare hands to holdthe woman who poured into,but also scolded himfor the absence of an openingto hear her softly,to brush her hair behind her ears,and whisper—“i am here.” there it was…

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