Drops of rain on rails. Screws of brooks and twines. Lobes of trees. Lightly hinged over this desk. Eyelashes over pencil marking lines and copying out. Coping with not writing now through reading. Pulling out words like teeth or hair or biting off one’s nails unconsciously for spite. Incorporating symbols written sounding. Trying out. Spilling tea and juicy eyes. Eyelids like leaves reflect in glass. Also of the bones sleeved in flesh. Hugging sweater cables tight against my chest. Graphite covered knuckles staining snow-white colored sheets.
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