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A piece of Myself

The dryness of this season has curled up inside me like a levitating wish. The gorge of life that twisted upon itself has now ran cold water on its palms, playing with fire. The silence has touched upon those eyelids smudging my skin with sleepless entities. A crawling euphoria down my forest of whitish fog. A dense urban forest of misshaped matters. The grey, the white and the invisible ones floating. Something in this varicose water, melting. The slight crack. A noise ignored; a fire extinguished. Deep rattles in agony as feet searches for answers.

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