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said
i don’t remember what were the words, but i remember your lips, pursed between a half-smile, a kiss and a thought; how could you hold three strings between two? i don’t remember what i said, and i have said a lot over the years; the well hasn’t dried—but you wear a shroud,
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hollow
i will give you the hammer and chisel myself, and beg you to keep chipping away; do not let stone remain unformed, even more, hollow it out, inside, outside, shelled; a moonshell in midnight wet sands, let me sing you like everything else; break me, break me,
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gaze
the gaze pushes open these petals; the last layer hardened by years of not a true sun rising, you say, it’s true, and i wish it so that i am willing to be broken in, even though i have been promised to believe instead—and wait, i am sure eons have passed and not a single…
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tainted
you were the beginning, and you, are the full stop, in between was the longest sentence of me, don’t ask, why the gates are closed; sweetness tainted the night’s air, i hadn’t known anything good can be cloying, yet this skin bleeds death like it is life,
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filth
it’s born under the filth of every discarded skin, muck that clogs down your throat, limbs trapped under tar; submerged, ripped and pushed to rock; silence so complete, you are not sure you are all there; or really, is anything there at all,
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strike
the blade’s turned inwards, point twisted through cavity; feel free to push further, repeatedly cut me out, do not undefine me; the bindings tighten; i have rearranged my dreams every night and have seen you in sharpness that made everything else, less real; petals fall, let them fall; strike those fisted whetstones into the shape…
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make me
don’t blend your brush over me; don’t pull those silvery dandelions over my lines; i cannot let these fingers uncurl from the knife’s edge; do not make me unmake me, it’s all that holds true; the edge is where my teeth smiles and lips spill love, maybe it’s true for you too, the way you…
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electric
starve these senses, thin out this skin, stretch out the hair on my head; let all the ends of my nerves shiver electric; veins like sickness bulging, crisscrossing over paleness, draw me out before it all fills in you,
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undivide
why does these lies sound like truth; truth like lies, these whispers through the moonless window, tumbling dark and light cut through Reason; i can’t press the dividing line; spider webs my dreams, unspooling quicker than these three primary shades can take,
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unscale
your hands had caked mud and scales on my face, hair; i wonder why, i can’t tell even now if it’s to protect or to vilify; i am not sure why i let you; i spend nights unscaling skin with silver rings under moonshine, and wonder, why, why,
