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"mind" by Mia Soto


thick room of tension 

it could be cut with a plastic butter knife 

that’s how abundant it is. 

my eyes avert themselves from the glare of the sun those yellow, jaundiced eyes, 

looking in my soul precisely. 

intensity intensifies in the room that we occupy while the consideration of taking myself out of this equation dances through my mind.

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