January 2023
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and calmly thought
and calmly thought
nights in arms tied
in beds, under covers turning
urges into moonlight, a microscope,
fear
← high on the feather rise →
and deep asleep while you houdini yourself
out and away
into wild open facials
what is paint and where does it go?
what is the point and where will it prick next?
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