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*r.r. |
The night envelopes my senses with its cold rain,
As lights go on and off again across the...
My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...
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words...
Light yawns in the womb of dawn,
spritzing the earth's skin with sticky citrus...
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this ripe, fair skin...
,
you dug holes in me...
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I...
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he kisses her...
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we fell...
,
folding over itself...
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…you were my sun, and I stared straight into you, squinting, like I wanted you to be the last thing I ever saw. |
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I'm still tracing the stars |
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My heart's a lake |