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premortem

it's
fearful stutters
on lips with a lisp,
gaping wide open,
autopsy of the chest.

it's wretched.
and painstakingly
beautiful.

and oh, how I love it.

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poemofthedaymicropoetrylovepoetryisnotdeadpoet

◄ the fall

weaving the void ►

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