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EMPTY ANYTHING ❋ Ohara Hale

time to time
I slip away and open the tiny shell
locketed in my palm
the interior is lined with complex etchings
intersecting like strontianite galaxies
sectors blur so that the lines stain fuzzy
to the Correction of Nothing

black, yes, completely
I press my lips and kiss the tiny empty anything
black, yes, completely
I press my lips and kiss the tiny anything