sojubottle vase, dead
rose, rod of light hitting
deadbo y smell latenight walk (-) by
i th nk
mybodymybodymybo y
to be greer lankton
it’s all about ME, not you
come dream
of me i’m e
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very metaphor
:
see how you
gotta fist a vase to make it
go d for the new flowers for the altar
the stinkslick of some old
weeping goldsmith
on nailbeds like dew, winking,
afraid
see how i how i how i

