acid ic
tarmac
turmeric.
stop there, you've gone to far.
back you get.
please.
begging
retrace the step
closing up and back in.
comfort in the sewing up of it -
the motion of it.
the alone ness of it.
cloth over her face
dreams of running bare breasted.
this
wet space
welcoming
warranted
why can't you see that?
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