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Aryeh Sep 2018
For now
my tears drop only
when the inside of my face
fills with a holy perspiration
that collects with a musical tension
right until the ******
when the drops become too heavy
to cling to the ceiling
of my mind's eye
they fall into the grass
that wiggles my toes
and that's all I can handle
For now

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