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the palm of your wave
We’re such
Good liars
That we never
Even heard
Lightning
Striking
Inch by inch
Electrocuting
Our opulence
Slow black
Tangles;
My senses
Left me-
Conscious and all.
Fallen,
Like some
Bony Twig-
Frozen into
The cold earth-
I watched it
Decay.
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