at fifteen thousand

at fifteen thousand
rpm, our love separates
into identifiable phases.
starting with the heaviest
memories, we can
extract one or two
samples to be
processed for that
magical unknown.
it is a shame
that what remains
afloat, and likely to be
discarded, are several
years of aimless kisses


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