The soft spot of our sanity - when pressed like a plum - gives its black juices to our fingers
Here is the sound of singing the brush of fabric against goosefleshed arm - it radiates heat
The spot will well up - saturation point like floodwaters filling the soil - will eventually give
Thumb through skin through meats - the smell of rotting rose petals - yellow beneath and pitted
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