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a dusty blue gradient filters through your window

signaling dawn before dusk

smoke and moodiness take the stage

how many times did you whisper when you could scream

do you cry when you scream like me

every time i break, a gust sews me up

with silk thread and turns the blood into nourishment

a voice quivers

impending like the warmth that will slip in at four thirty

your kitchen and bedroom are the same

i talk about melting in the same vein as

solidifying an open path

mucus and sleep wave behind my eyes

find my limbs spiraling in rhythm following strange encounter

autonomy’s fling: sweet veil of in-betweens