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Slip by, the days they do, filmstrip frames
on which i pace, pause retinally--this i never would have seen,
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tu ne veux pas tomber dans mon amour
ses doigts s'etendent souvent en esperant
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her slight hands whisper
softly and more smoothly than
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S: I am my own mineral
E: my own mineral
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"Your mum, she'll see the silver of the smoke!"
"My mum! Quick drop this treasure through the crack!"
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when -she- smiles
its not a transformation, false, or without purpose
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clisp sun reflect
incise, zip
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The sky fixes one with its
cataracted eye,
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hey you in the striped polo shirt
who the hell are you, anyway?
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you retrace in me something under my skin it's been resting there like a carbon layer when shivers reaching their electric fingers
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ma fille grande
chocolate verbena eyes
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lucid
eyes vacant some other where
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don't you cry
your glassy sorrows, little strawberry
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Where are you,
my fragrant lolita?
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I am blooming with paper blossoms
today
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seductress
blown-out the back lighting
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curl up next to a fuzzy bear
who feels like a soft valentine
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Collar bones dimple in,
expanding directly
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fall like plates of
apple-buttered glass
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The grinding of little teeth
together
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"Look at the gigantimous umbrella!"
said the hyper old monkey named Bob,
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Three yellow ocre leaves with
silver backs fluttering down
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Wiry transparencies
unfurl their limbs
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A red mesh ribbon
of heavy porcelain chg-chg beads
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There is not here
anymore to give,
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As one two plink a plink
like me and my shadow
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Can you give me a snowflake kiss?
And tell me why you're here for me?
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How beautiful it wouldbe
To have your own tree made
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It was tension so thick
You could scoop it out
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Steely water
still as quiet
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