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Belonging
- Several brackish pears dangled from your face
As if a fruit could bend and drip so languidly
I feel myself as a part of you
Sometimes–its like - A flash and terrible static roar
Scorching everything in its path
We are left weak and ignorant
Our skin flapping about like goat’s ears I'm searching for those dead old glooms. I set out for a time adrift.
