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Unresponsive, an 
alien ego: I was moving 
deep into the soul-search. 
The compactness was 
snapping. Played against 
the hype, the hawks were descending. 
Like milkweed I drip, 
waiting to be kissed. Copycat 
the moon makes a scar. I am hurt. 
I wanted to touch you 
behind the lens. Closed in, 
the lips won't meet. Cobra will 
not spread the skin. 
The lamb has lost the 
innocence. Knife was 
a blessing.