tonight
i feel the
quotidian
pull of the
silvery
lunacy in
electric
spasms
where all
the
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cloudofscattereddropletscount
ingtheringsastheyracealongthe
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efool/
snapshots
of a
faded sky
taken moments
before
a storm
a palpable
pressure
in the
sweet siren
song of
silvery
slivers of
delicious
lunacy.