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chattering, I've split. loose ends find no purchase no ground or grip. it's the return— silken and sheer tied together by loops and knots alligators and claws biting a niggling thought at the back circles traced in arching patterns a burnt tongue torn pages mossy windowpanes bedsheets heaped— all around, a state, a being my friends and I we've come undone.
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