Lacking time and place
You’re at the end of one million wires
Amelia, Amelia
In the photograph that came to kill me
Lips burn holes in time
You’re at the end of one million wires
Amelia, Amelia
I know you well
The photograph that came to kill me
The stare that slithered up and down your neck
When the day caved in and my mouth dried up
And weirdness sails these circuits
Teeth deep in the tender spot
Thrashing
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