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Jul 2014
i can count on both hands
how many times i've actually felt alive

one of them
was when
we laid under the stars

we both became
something else
that which cannot be grasped

******* existence flush

your eyes
refracting nuclear lines
that hung before our spent bodies
so very mortal
evermore uncoiled

you held my hand
but it felt dead
fist of dread
mike dm
Written by
mike dm  NY
(NY)   
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