Faces grow like petals
in a footage of voices
wobbling in repetition.

I try to unlearn the grammar of her body
as laughter obliterates the pause
before the taste of cold, twisted metal
on the skin.

Fingers gasping
along the edges of recollection.

Smoke fills the memory
with the scent of burning paper
and deserted streets.

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