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hall panful (Free verse) by skaskowski her hand dripped green
as she pierced the mucus curtain
to pull me from my old home
to her home.
she set my feet on fire
and i danced unwillingly
through an obstacle course,
point A to point C.
"my darling,
your handprints
are etched in my implants,
if chance should sketch
our hideaway's photo
on an eraser,
then i'll replace you with
de-facer."
too gone now to go now.
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