A slice of me
I see my lips move in a corner of my eye.I hear the shapes formed in the air.
I feel their invasion, a scream into an empty oil barrel.
I sense the tense edges of my body.
I think nothing.
Poetry by mickeko
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Written on 2026-05-12 at 09:23
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