exhaustion

I wish, between the spinal synapses, I could insert a key, the teeth slotting into place like a bird, landing upon a telegraph wire. . And waiting, it would turn, it’s wings would spread, and exhaustion, slowly, would spring. . Outwards, amber exhaustion, melliferous it malingers, before gushing from my pores, a Vesuvian embrace. . …

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