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Gloriya Avgust
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My words would not dry, a fire is set
Loose ends hiding in the kitchen drawers
Wet Wet thirst
darkness embraces the room, I navigate through it by memory
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y fringe has turned into frosted tips and my cheek into a glazed donut - I’m thirsty
blinded, my eyes become slits, my vision a tunnel
OOOing in unison
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