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A simultaneous pushing and pulling.
Lungs turned inside out,
Nervously gasping feverishly.
Hands pressed together as
Minutes make molasses,
Memorizing the knots in tiny kite strings
That tie each finger to thickly callused palms.
Night’s shadows condense into morning dew
While tiny universes drip from the bathroom faucet.
Above us,
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Lungs turned inside out,
Nervously gasping feverishly.
Hands pressed together as
Minutes make molasses,
Memorizing the knots in tiny kite strings
That tie each finger to thickly callused palms.
Night’s shadows condense into morning dew
While tiny universes drip from the bathroom faucet.
Above us,
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