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surface

each star
a beacon scar
come midnight blue

and dreams like milk
light seeping like
a puddle neath
hall door

every smoke
and every mirror
flicker trick
a blade smile
reddened

the polish
abundant
and beautiful
every strand
a meaning

rusted sink
like a copius moat
where black coral
streaks
run like a chord
on talents fingers

"everything" she whispers

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Your shits getting tethered to a circle
most likely better smell your way out
between the spoon and the spirit
free
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shit makes things grow
Thanks Orphanius

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