Pretend to be human,
to be someone forming
in purple ink against
the night sky that
wore a full moon
around her neck.
Fold into the signal, blink in Morse code
decipher the message, text it instead,
flip the meaning upside down
Disembodied writer and myself dissipating.
Wild woods open their branched
path when the internal suffers.
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