a hand for yours to grab)your eye
is so dry in its stare, pike(I once had a mouth for you
[now it's going dry like your sight](the plate is soaring
under you toward, a rumor of light)I once had all to myself
a corner, of a field square as suns are round(th
is is the terrible end of all our dreams)th
is is a milky way with a black hole in the middle
hurling us around(this is a dad on beer)
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The mystery word is (drumroll please)...
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thrombosis!
(Even if it isn't, it's a kickass word)
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