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MUSE

what was it about you

that released

the man-made dam

whose fingerprints left faded

brown bruises

around my throat


you provoked letters

to spiral

to cascade

down

in tumbling waves

colliding intensely

against my canvas -

the forgotten ground below


letters, words

clusters

to be picked apart

sorted

pulled back together

like strings


i weave them into colors

that feel like me

like you

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