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May 1 It varies with the condensation. Passing like the sky, which is effortless. We saw a star explode, but that wasn’t what we wanted. Uneven, the ground we laid. We wanted to plant red, red strawberries. But we were too tired and we didn’t talk instead. * May 10
The
sweat that’s absent.
Sedimentary
and
combustible. The body, a diorama for global warming.
I am broken down and sunless. These factors are planets revolving around me.
Your
hands
convey
a ghostly power.
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