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How long will it be? Waiting
to find out if it’s all in your head–
dots dripping from doe heart,

some things better left
indiscernable, translucent
neurons synapse different

colors in the neon, never
again to think of the dark,
or of being not twined. Tapestry,

to visible unknown fool
of a cryptic mantra, no back-
woods to break the fall, we

locked in decaying tongues
coming blue before blood
moon cycles, under then

above, I give you both my
hands, I let you out, you
let me know…

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