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her hair is hair. and i could put the moon inside the bell and let it strike bronze, let quiver air like long exhale, as the clowns from Su..

crawled inside my mouth Indiana Jones style, slept through till mid-afternoon and found myself on lolling tongue. Bacteria! Oh S**t, I c..

five toes we call me that, whose body is the aspect and has fluffy ear muffs, but for the green diamonds glinting in the snow which melts..

I understand your lips, the way they press like darts landing in a swimming pool. and I think I know what is beneath your dress, well pruned..

Adam's eyes move towards the sun, I move towards his eyes-- in sun; the dance: slim arms playing shadows and stealing hugs from worn out co..

unfold of me and cry for the lonely boy, the flower spent into the shredder taking a shower and fully clothed, awake yet visceral as the dream wh..

obscure-- tension glides between thumb and pointer i think of treasure island and palm trees bobbing on jelly cups mrs. cat purrs, friski..

apples, guinea pigs, and spiders line the streets and sing the song that makes us feel beautiful with form and flower, hair shining, light bles..

pedestal into puddle-- muddy face and fingers splayed pressing into the soft loam; the earth. we yearn, we yearn to be still. we love, we lo..