do you think me a blotted sky with no moon, sun or eyes? do you find my words a soft breeze in double-speak? I had this amazing memory of once loving you before a scream of questions pelted my mind like eyes boring alien-holes penetration deep-space-black lasered by nines forward into the backspaces of lost time.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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