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Jun 2015
i built a tent at
three a.m with
a man named
after a singularity

in the tent we
put a torch i am
still reeling over
the loss of my dog
my dream catcher so

who am i to say no
if you say yes i
add zeros in my
head i siesta
at your glass
mountain i eat
oranges like
they're air you

square up the
universe and
stick it under
my tongue you
ask for detailed
accounts of
my previous ***** and
in the meantime

i will balance work with
fire drills with my
boyfriend asking
questions with starring

in your dystopia
Mote
Written by
Mote  31/F/Michigan
(31/F/Michigan)   
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