I
time fogs
a feather in her handwriting faintly
beneath the surface of the mirror
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secondhand smiles dribble down my chin
but the look into her eyes is our first mistake
sun swirling across her pepperbright skin
sin on an extant coffeeshop couch
II
time flashes
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III
time glows
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IV
time sinks
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V
time swells
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"what do you mean he kissed a leper?
"what's the point in that? you kiss them
"and they fall apart."
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