its like lilies. diluted heaps of blue tears. scalded and indexed. all the marking onto my heavy lips. My lips are even today, with plum shade paint dancing on the rim of sorbet. its like white wildflower, a fish with black scales dancing in its slumber. Piquant, small pebbles cascacding from tears. salty as skin. salty as dream. its like mirror, sequin shades of lover. i am wondersruck galaxy. These veins in my hands run fever now.
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