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John Bryan
sssssunday
what a silent duet mull we
i have to go outside
implore the moon
to turn the music down. covered
in space acne or cheese
squeeze it's cloudy neck
so the face explodes
no more tide just time
you sit inside with your open mouth
frozen the silent wording indefinite
icicles on your lips
which i snap
barehanded skin
fingerpads torn
my stuck tongue to the steely
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