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| image - George Hodan, public domain |
Left it in two places
seeds in your dreams
smoothness of skin
time suspends
withered word forecast
script fading
serrated
spoken lament
in separate lots
plied from the center
core, mounting tension
timeless touch
clamoring haze span
throwing shade
all in due time
no longer spoken
hands held plaintive
over blinded eyes
their story carved
in stitches
read elemental
bleeding in palms
no longer seen
ball gag biting
pressed tongue binding
seams that choke
swallowing
flowering
cusp of morning
feet down
MM 5.2021
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