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Vortex

The probing eyes
Search me with their cerulean fanaticism
And send the pumping pores of my heart
Flying to the utmost reaches of space

Shrouded by the iridescent rings of Saturn
So cosmically fixed in their
Interminable orbit
That my pulse, my sweat,

Cannot

Pierce the atmosphere

Cannot

Mix with his

Cannot

Give those eyes
Anything worth
Looking at



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