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There are no ghosts here, no long-legged apparitions
watching us sleep like unnerving guardians
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stinging, stinging.
My memory will be a hamster navigating a wheel.
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As far as I knew, the earth was normal.
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Sometimes I pass a mirror, how blue
my eyes are. Playful, sincere, hopeful.
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The sunflower,
a bright symbol of happiness,
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Dirt is earth
supporting accomplished flip-flops in August.
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Grow your soft hair,
absorb with your swimming icicle eyes,
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You want hand-holding on summer picnics,
fingers uniting under an epic canopy of stars,
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But I don't believe
you're the verbal anvils you rain
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Before leaving, you instruct me to stay
inside my designated square,
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You got here on your own gas.
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Rat poison and intoxicating nicotine,
this thing is a trap and you must relight it.
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The more observant you are,
the more flaws my face suffers.
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you
woke to magnetic sheets
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Wither out of bed
after you
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Broadcast my high-maintenance soul on your mirror
Permanent marker loops around your frigid eyes
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winter pinks slowly
on my nose
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thrashing and kicking,
mattress springing, legs twisting,
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Naked finger, third from right
is carbon monoxide.
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