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pinch
the pinch blistering
pinch me in my
'cause i'm not listening
X marks the
on your days
a beard eaten

crawling with
temper temperature

manuscript

in is how we saw
the night lit up
plots
the that pinches
hobbled
frolicked flat on its own

jigsaw
left a trail
the of their eyes
polaroids of the
for our
we stares to the defendants
panaceas
absolved by
paralysis
inflicted through
the seed it nurtured
was a bouquet
tempered temperature

squirming through cuts in a
cut it...cut it...