i clutch my stack of paper // press one to a chest // then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground // how movements rise and then dissolve // melted by our shallow breath // how causes dance away from me // i am your pamphleteer // i walk this room in time to the beat of the gestetner // contemplate my next communique.
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