thinq

there is something about thinking
like ice and flame serenade
like foam and butter, cancer and scars —

— we are all together; separated by separateness
 at the same time like conjoined twins making bubbles
inside a womb all for us; “Us” being eternal which blood or race cannot
erase as it cant erase our DNA sequence.

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