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Feb 2022
sense-*******,
crude killer
walking crude waves
with blank authority.
the space is a hard zero
and i am a hard heart.
are you a battery?
it smells like summer rotation,
a lemon squeezed on flower petals.
obnoxious thoughts iā€™m having,
i watch them as they become my hands.
Lucas
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