By Nadia Ashaary
see bloodlines brushed aside as winter-blooming buds by cuckoo songs demanding aggressively, softly flouting flesh fiercely falsified ascending drowning muds the crazy heedless thing against worlds thrusting, besting hear thunders rumbling skies comfortably cramped palace inner space being crushed seabirds in burrows of nests holding back muffled cries confined, minimal space little explosions hushed for rests at the end of quests feel the stuttering breaths sun rays pooling on necks earthquakes quelled into defeat in those quiet breezy rooms a million almost-deaths temporarily, relax by a stammer of a beat revere our silent tombs
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