(blood tastes
buttery, like oily yellow
chardonnay - better -
try it some time
it's not morbid
if you're smiling)
I'm stagnating in
never
mind tortoiseshell
light no
matter duck bill
raccoon
birdcage
cyclist bus
girl stranger
back
neck skin.
more because
newness
is difficult.
I'm floating.
float with me, we'll
punch through
the stratosphere to
the diamond (sprouting with
daisies and little Princes, little
trees, martians and sweet
sugar light) stars
you imagined when
you were still
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