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The Plan

Shivani Mutneja

 

Fashion dirt on my feet

———————-one night we will rob decades of memory

Clock-time conspires erasure

———————-the cars will run without fuel

Focal sex knuckles imagination

———————-we will kiss breaths out of each other

Cohen nudges it

———————-the skies will trickle down photographs of mobs

Towns spill over cities

———————-we will make love to vanishing landscapes and smother the roots.

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