| where thoughts that only weeks ago understood their purpose have re-coiled into sharp toothed snakes intent on suicide before dawn spills her guts into the sky |
| misty drops of coldstruck air cling to my neck with icy claws: |
| tiny lovesick notes from an unstrung song the lyrics scattered when voice broke or split or hitched a ride with the first fast breeze that offered something that was like a smile that maybe held a better offer |
| than this crackling static in my head and silence in my heart: |
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