the
burst and collapse of barometer
the
ant-bite injection that drew gasp
the
love-bite that shredded heart
in
scream and nonchalance
and
the hundred ways of hurt
the
one conclusive abandonment
life-ink
bottles have spilled over
in
froth and solitude
have
emptied without reason
and
in the gassing of spit
and
the asphyxiation of barb
there
are those who take the blows
and
still bow low for more
and
more
who
fall and fall
and
still rise
in
banner and quote
heart
and singularity;
they
add stitch
they
craft our common signature.
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