Her stare
Was shallow
her mouth in a twist
words bounce blows
no reaction

She is lost between
illness and purification
a child of organized humanity
The stove between the stairs
blew intimately unto her feelers.
no reaction

Silence coordinated among individuals
Confusion of the masses exterminated by fate
Seemigly identifiable stench seeks detachment
no reaction

She controls my every move, a slight twinge reflects a twinge in myself
She sits undaunted so that her flowers are bare
I bellow sedition so that she may hear
no reaction

Her laugh, a grave in which her sorrows lie.
A light treason in brain function
She dances softly to crafted solutions
Arms lurch to suggest relationship
I tell her I once knew, but now do not what is contained in a stare

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