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Your lemon slice smile Already a 4 I feel the tremor Like sitting on a washing machine Its turning under me But I barely move I see the balloon of your scream deflate around the room 6.3 I spread my legs for a crack in the floor. Tap. Choke. Slap. Stroke. 8.9 The sun falls and shatters Shards of light cut my knees I’m under the table of my consciousness My heart beats in seismic waves I love you I smelled the lies on your breath and they gave me a bruise The feathers of my words choke me until I let them out they cry like vultures around the decaying room they pluck the lemon from your lips

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