Into
a Void
Spring
dulls
turning
into
sticky thunderstorms
Its
silence slices
Its
way into a void
of
summer reverberations
but
its booms
are
not felt or smelt
by
my unconscious springs
in
my mechanized
battery
and lightbulb
barely
flickering
sparks
fizzling
running
out of juice
I
can't
I
just wish
I
need
Where
is my spri...
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