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carmine sky swallows the canary sun...

sometimes i surmise the human body is
weightless, made of helium and we...

thoughts crowd at the helm of y/our forehead -
we’re accustomed to this though, at this point...

i wish you could see through my kaleidoscopic...
my skies are forever echoing your light...

you liken us to ashen stars – charred by...
marred by the violence of a turbulent galaxy...

you play with your words like legos –
searching for the right combination of words...

molasses coats y/our tongue,
we’ve been...

Upon the ripples of a soft night,
the stillness envelops me like a coffin...

the days patinas into night more readily
this time around; offering four hours of...

picture this –
you are bound to her...

drawn together by wrong ideas;
our souls salivate at all the wrong...

morals in abeyance, our sin-stained lips
take to every vice with black-tar dreams...