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Engulfed
Engulfed
I lean into the door. Rhythms pump hard against my cold flesh,
this dull skin that yearns let you in.
The bass pronounces these beats to my blood --
thin red rivers with no sea to flow,
no place to go
but this pond,
overflowing.
Without your arms to hold back the immersing tides,
soggy fields fill joyless.
I lean into this car
parked, idling --
no desire pull keys from this ignition.
A machine already fired, sun streams warm through guarded glass.
Cold outside this ride engulfed,
flooded by another ocean
I did not see.
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