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TEXTS (ONE)
hear
along this imagined track
drive backwards
ask them
do they stir
do they search for each other
untouched finds
individually packaged in themselves
they roll quickly
over experiences getting fragmented
not expecting
razor sharp cross threads
springing out of feeling
slicing
moon seals a day
chant from your mouth
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