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maenad
maenad swaying in the breeze
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All but split in two

A space

omissions discarded lists of unknown unasked unanswered questions crumpled receipts and wrappers and windshield wipers clueless to contents.

I've all but split in two hoping for a sign waiting for some imagined moment to manifest It doesn't. It won't.

You know, don't you (?) know what it is to be lonely in a crowd to be in your own head to smile when your heart stopped a hundred days ago...

A precipice a space held to only by fingers, thought and desperate movements I am no longer okay. I am no longer in this. I am no longer able. I am no longer held together by gravity.

Some higher form etched my name in lead forever still form ambiguous my succubus I fail to know.

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