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Apr 2018
she's standing by a beautiful girl
with eyes that cannot sleep. she perambulates
her east berlin. but can't seem to sink
like a stone. she has her vapors
in a long box of shallow
smoke.

she's having the dream about impractical gods again.
suckling plums from dark trees, swaying in the bathosphere
of just enough Wednesday.

exquisitely alone.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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