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speed gathers at her heart
unpredictable wind of rush
violent waves of the deep blue
neighbour knocking unremitting

one is a silly number
but more may condemn her
like forever and a cliche
take turns at the oval-shaped

artificial lines on her palm
remembering memories of love
flame in her eyes already blown out
a combustion ready to happen


estherg

she writes again