thehedgehog

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inside a head,
where nothing has any wait;
and gravity is for planets not situations:
every expression is parting

hearts; anachronistic weights:
web-encased, fluttering naively in red and rot;
not for a better reason, then
our waists become,

worn out: for life's not a cherrybowl, chocolatebox,
(insert conquest euphemism
and sit on it;
here)by declaring breath:

defined by force, not platitude.
still, she has hands
i have handles; along wastes
and bleeding constructs, spreading thin to dry in the moon.
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