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Pure Missing

Let us be true

To our own

Oblivions, the

Atom bomb

Cradled in

Our mouths.

How the heat

That blooms

When talking

About graves

Collapses the

Room each

Of us carries

Inside. O perfect

Beasts. O raunchy

Goodness. It

Only hurts when

The heart purrs.