strange stars plucked the bones of her piano dying the same dream night after night if love might could be taught to be cellphone refugees’ genuflecting lips throw long o’s of sweeter life preservers lies to each glance foretold by eyelash tips mounts of sweat that creak of compromise forgetful togetherness crayoned on chest blacklisted alibis swallow to drain to fertilize hazel-eyed assassins disguised as buoys bobbing on a feather-filled lake in fishnets tread tongues along bottom learning disturbed a pixilated fantasy of horizon bloods up swells each shell confesses when crunched underfoot of delusions of grandeur fake a chain unscrew moon where pretend is promise it’s best not to get
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