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I'd like to use somebody else's
hands
Preferably yours
Holding me like
a screwdriver
Keeping us
in place
When we egg drop
soup
Crack and disconnect
like static
Scattering the outside
of a balloon
Electrical residue
catching our tongues
Like falling gospel
droplets
Axed
Out of holy water
like a remedy
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