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zumee 4d
Hamsters running
around the wheel
Generate reality
zumee 7d
When larynx lays a toxic trap
that words can't help you out of
Palmed inside a cosmic clap
without a way to let it go
politely
Even
when flawless lips are watching
whatever you do
do not
swallow the phlegm
  Oct 7 zumee
ryn
I am but a stone
just skipping across a body of still.
I get a taste
yet never fully drenched.
Not until I lose all momentum
and mobility - I sink.

Submerge...

And then drown.
zumee Sep 27
49
This poem was sentenced
by the Gods

to an instant death
at forty-nine

It is now eighteen
now twenty-one

twenty-three
in the blink of an eye
Thirty

Already time to choose
its last words

Whatever
should they be

Will it make them count
seven times seven
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