Clasped
A punctuation
Altered to suit
Much of myself
With the same hand
The tonality of a pen
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A series of events
Your skin
Tightly tucked
Beneath my nails
Beneath my mandible
Slowly hovering
Slowly loving me
When I write
A prose, much too magnificent
Dies, and begins to grow
I witness and discover
A much more acuter cause
Myself as myself
A filigree of voices
in a mumble, the finest
its underfoot, hardly faded
embroidering a heart to leathery
Need me
Contemplating this behavior
With little fists follow me
Even when truths
Becomes terrifying
