Painting the world upon oneself
Stating 'stay'
with her eyes closed,
she pleated time
into a fold of no-return,
past his backward glance
towards the imperceptibility of self,
dismantling love
so as to finally face it.
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
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