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{BRUXISM} seth elkins the color of shadows and lines drawn in the dark space between us the shapes and contents -luggage, and lucrative examples- scribbled half-heartedly in the corner of our eyes and in the palm of my hand where is this? when the stains have faded i will wash my hands in your escape thankful wishful empty and no one. a sleep cycle curls at my feet in a fatal error -a fetal position- how our hands have carved... now, our teeth will rest. |
