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Nov 2016
give a moment of clarity to pull me out of the haze, won’t you? days have passed since i last remembered your name and even more have passed since i last forgot the scent of your clothes. your body is a synthetic imitation of a real one. i last saw you in a place you weren’t and that could be just because of a lack of some part of my sense i lost, i always was so forgetful.

define me this way: a monster of your making. the beauty you lost years ago when all you could mutter out of your chapped winter lips was please.

take me to a place where all the skies are blue, won’t you? days will come when i can’t really remember your name and even more will pass until the scent of your clothes become the scent of mine. your face is photocopy of an angel’s. i can see you in the puddle of the water, swimming with the tadpoles.

define me this way: no one important. everything you never really wanted to have.
blue mercury
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blue mercury  20/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds
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