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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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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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