pulse

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singing edges in my palm
tang of fire @loving
prints of lips are on porcelain
parcelled
sip of coffee passes cup
swims through body constant
till deli quiescence in achromatic
shading
shadows of wall on string
by flow of saliva on sticky tape
fell initials of persons
selfish
props after wrecks of salt
on laminates of whirl
on ruins of sweat
preserved by flare
grey encircled log pieces
when immersed into dust
silver injected into stumps of
inhales
we wove a pressure suit
from the feeling of tender -n/less wool
from experience of want and can
we could not
have and may
from my own am and will
slaver a dream
drowsy
we wove a pressure suit
with holeyes bigger than we hoped
that they see transparency?
haze!
just fog spun by breath
and we tried to stop breathing
to leave others to breathe
exhaust
might be great to give you sheet no words
so that you imagine
what you can never hear on phone
be-at-ing

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