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FingersDo you ever feel? That the pressure we coerce Upon these lithe tendrils Into--and toward-- Cool, chartreuse caves Of cordial comfortFingers
Is nothing more than Atoms tripping upon gossamer, Along our incongruous Furrows. And then intervening dust
As it reverses negative to negative.
A ghost of static dissipates. It assuredly does not transpire; Once the infant vines are Tangled--and corrupted-- Within a homely chimera. Who says: Reach! but We do not truly touch. The beast shuffles his feet Slowly, shyly.
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