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lash [for the fallen] I found your eyelash last night it attacked in the shower from my porcelain wall to my fingertip [hanging lightly] (I knew it was yours, mine never had this edge) a small curve of recollection from when water ran uphill beat us down, made us smile "I remember clutching hot skin" (echoed voices cherish the thought) I am left watching the water fall solitary as a drop sliding off this fragment passing up another moment farewell with a flick of the wrist a drop in line of sight d o w n the drain [dancing madly] no more pieces left behind end Malakai 01.02.11 |
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