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Wince
Wince
my computer just blinked
as i soften my rocky body
onto it's plate of glass, that is
how the world feels
a plate of glass
my computer just blinked
as i soften these rocky bodies
all around me
orbiting or stalling out
against the glass of
snow
"he let his knife cut deep
inside the crystal" spoke the cyber clip
i wanted that wince to whirl over me
the wince you wore when you whispered
to me
was weakly
magnetic
no one told me how a thought
should be
so i thought
without thinking
too much about how
and this space expands now
like the curling corner
of a narrow smiling mouth
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