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something about the way

your crystalline iris'

moved me

moved time

and uncovered a void

a space, an infinite hole


my thick

concrete shell

into fragments

like a shift in the tides

i was found upturned

belly up

under the lazy midday sun

left only with

a subtle sense

like the purr of your

hot breath

behind my ear

a reminder

that i'm not hard

not cold

and i can't keep pretending

to be

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