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The Attachment Symbiosis

The Attachment Symbiosis

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A condensed loot of an eyesore

Brittle the nyle in thy soul

The howling sonnet whistling in my lungs

Hollow the paradox of thy whole.


The candle's gutter in the lump of soup

Soaked in the sun wash of seeds

A mile-less track of sighs and sobs

And a heart infested with caterpillars.


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