miss only time spent
bundled in darkness surround
with brush of elbows
we are similar
graded cheese only the good
parts of which we eat.
forgive me but your
spiky subtle fresh feeling
play infinity
all along my eye
windshield wipers blinking mad
of me, you; inside.
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Skeletons in Prose Nightmares from cultures visited Replenished over horizons reversed this is the way the ground envelops me
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