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veined ovals lean against the hose with small puddles,
guests: though one more a guest than the other
towards that end, and treading amongst the surface
she plays the Body living, breathing
spinning
I will not hold a lie against my face,
a pixellated mask, heavy on my conscience.
The sound of youth constructing barriers of separation
is thunderous and inescapable.
Their tiny, rough hands
