{138} …

when i pulled this from your face
it was an open invitation
a deliberate attempt on
a mission…

it detracts,
its whips and whisps ever-ceaselessly flowing
out onto an open plain,
an endless expanse of miscellaneous want,
no basis for creation:
none.

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