Acme Ink
Time bomb time womb times
Dark light spaces between our
birth life whisperers, tangent told
and tried by ego-etiquette egadathons,
yet we all fall short into how we hold each other
side by side in a sometimes listless sublime
treasure trove of banal love designs
claiming a socio-coaxial critical correspondent
climax ever instilling potent long lifeforms sailing on
miniscule observations from places far, far away.
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