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in my hand, scarlet rose

the sun, as it crept through

the walls, shaking the whole

damned bottle, bubbles rising

as I gasp for breath, drowning

my noodles in tomato sauc-

ers hovering overhead, frantically

racing to the finish line, a sigh

to be left for interpretation




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