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I can do it, hold the wasp in my palm― without grains

The space in between― the mayhem and spiritual hour;

The reflection was never complete.

A midnight darkness― threatens the purple moon,

I will be kissing in proxy― at the dark side of

Something novel: a good augury―

Outside, a discreet moon was rising, breathing―

The hesitant― dawn cracks, as the

This was man made, the blue-chip― changing the landsca

Borderless pain was said untold. I am writing