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Consciousness

A supple forefinger traces the edges of consciousness,

lightly flipping between two blissful counterparts.

Haiku #19

Peel away my skin

and grind it into stardust,

for I am complete.

Haiku #18

Explosions of sand

in my stomach which grind

away at my insides.

Haiku #17

As the dust settles,

I guide you down to the floor

to rest your body.

rainy edit of some old work~

Highku #21

When I chew the sweet

it bursts with milk then dries up

into bitterness.

Highku #20

Danger zones in flesh

tones, which loosen both breath and

bone for a short while.

Highku #19

Concentric circles

in the path of the fly which

bear focus in void.

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