the rapidity (of love) i
exit
poste haste,
hands full of you
(fingers outstretched,
clawlike hearts)
and i run
unencumbered
toward this
new (harsh light) toxicity,
dreaming you (not me,
finding every way
to
self-destruct) so
line-less, i go.
stage left.
it
is all i can carry, with me,
your heart, my breath,
our
speed...
toward the end.
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