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Awake apnea, on all fours before the recess bell rings

Fifteen minutes spared from activity mutates into your next fifty years, adopting fresh semantics

From juice boxes to coffee mugs, laced shoes to peeled skin

A field of inverted roses looking to return where they came from

By night, there’s a cleaver in the moon and a dizzying spell cast against all light

Stage freight as an actor of 20 years

Even the sloppy worm that wriggles free of the hook still drowns a terrible death