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Fibers

Lulled to sleep by a roaring

cataclysm of atoms

which are me 

fissuring tooth of linen's comb

atoms petting me 

of a quadrillion rapes 

When I touch 

we are the same

from the primordial 

stuff stuffing

This pillow galaxy to

implode 

at the bite of the snap of 

fingertips 

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