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kryptonite

the smoldering orange
cherry sent shadowy tentacles
up through an icy cavern
and into me.

were the fog horns installed
properly, surely all of the
harbor would have heard
the sonorous bellows.

as Northern Lights flashed
across the waters,
stealing my affections,

i reckoned this, in a
stumbling haze, to be
my very own kryptonite.

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