Allow me to touch the center of your palm, your inner wrist, the nape of your neck. light like a feather soft like a whisper but swings heavy enough to ring the bell on High Striker. Everyone else becomes unfocused when you enter a room. centrifugal force spins us inside Gravitron when you hold my thermographic gaze. I freeze still and silent to record movement in memory. I’ve got a lion’s mane and a snake’s tongue. My thumb and ring finger pinch together. bless you, help me.
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