i do not hallucinate time and your levitating skin bluish words, bluish eyes of Meraki, i count the scars on the nape of your neck infinite scalds of heaven pulling life backwards and forwards. You have an impatient mouth sundial beds of petunia faltering sheets of sunbathed sheets, you prick my lips like a landslide romancing Moon, surreal. I am awake as i fall i fall and i am awake swans of a churlish period. we took needles in our mouth stirring and shaking producing spring again and again. silver hum of nights dissolving, in the orange casket of my ovary.
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