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Full-bellied steel mammoth
It’s almost surgical the way
you cut through this late seasonal fog

The leather of her purse feels cool
pressed against my arm Fake gold
snaps will leave imprints in my palm
With every bump and turn the
uncomfortable friction increases and her
awkward smile evolves

did you hear about I can’t
believe that she I am so
tired I was up last night how
was your this test is going to
she looked so hot I hate
this weather s’paper is gonna
kill

doors burst open we’re scattered
like cyclone debris, everyone a streak
of discovery, rerouters of day’s
destination