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oval shapes

ups wells

affixed into

t h in   a i r

 

that familiar gaping feeling

(the one we were borne with)

dampens every crevasse

for ever (giving berth)

 

wet seeps into dry

wearing a way at the edges

pressing oneself against itself

weeps intuit

 

( m u m   i s   cr y in g )

 

forwards   r e c ed e s

 

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