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[drysilhouette]

concrete thunder like lightning
quivered and shot bursting
clovers like thoughts all
drama, safely moving,
riddled.

dry eyes tearing on sorrowed skin
my sack of loose hearts losing
reaching a precipice, needing
on high toes, so moist
those hands.

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