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I am pulled into

individual pieces

woven back in thirds

forced through an eye, dragged over

and under till my face is

drawn taut with forced smile, behind

is all thread, no brain.



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As if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.

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