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“c”

i am dressed, as a clock
i sound inside by the riot
of a bell, see the arms, the patchwork,
the mites that call me continent.

a comet lives forever
but in flesh, all are runts
it’s as obvious
as a cum, consolation
for a wide-eyed gaze,
the world shudders at each turn of page. 

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