like a strange rain the
tint of your eyes
prompts new goals
movements and
compromise savage encounters
rendering logic some
tormented salivating plaything
in
a period of time that will remain
split-seconds and
weapons
and
reckonings maybe i can
recall what the tactile
elementary
details of skin communicate
almost
ignorant in their
simple hunger
and
i want to lose
consistency
and poison each minute with
longing and loathing in equal
measure
uncooperative as we
sit together
ignoring
underneath each other
at the
same
time
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