One-punch Session: Untitled
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The air gongs like a heartbeat
That chokes my throat; percussion
Like river stones; pounded by the river
That birthed them; river bottom busted
Like a flesh heart; coming apart
At the seams; creativity
Is a seed; as for a seed to grow
It combusts; seeming self-destruct.
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