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Mar 2021
my hamburger hands

teeth and nerves and

need to control, destroy

how pretty the pain

an exquisite sting, some

ephemeral relief, a swallowed

song suddenly shifted

split apart like atoms

the stars swim into stark

abyss, this ethereal silence

I swallow color just

to spit back into black holes
Written by
niann smith
112
   Imran Islam
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