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Hottentottententententoonstelling
you distract me so, i burned my damn knuckle last night!
a popping sound flared up and fell,
down to flesh,
reflexes react
and i am silent this morning
wait, calm, breathing fresh through that screen
the perfection of spring taunting me to start walking
to. . . . .elsewhere
or is my *tof* magnetism enough to pull and pique?
soon soon. . . .
