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A paper cut on your tongue
Cresantia Frances Koya
A paper cut on your tongue sets the square in motion/~
On an invisible axis
A ball is dropped
In free fall
Eureka
To spin
Suspended in a vacuum of
Timeless
Whatever’s
And Pangea reforming
In seconds
Rejoining the lands
That never was
And have not met
For millions of
Eyes
That see the light
At the exact same moment
And your teardrop
Is held in a fossil
Of rock to be
I lick it dry
One day / ~ and so it
goes
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