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May 2022
burgundy, white and
burgundy, white and violet
irises have sprung so i can steal them
rupture this temperature increase and fall in
eardrum ripping sleep.
the beauty
has returned and i may weep
for time to reap.
my head just another hole to ****,
my mouth just another eclipsed month
irises in May can only last
long enough that I may not keep
track.
unclutch, disobey and swallow the lack
of life where there is almost too much to live.
give it to the irises, they die quick.
stranger
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   --- and Wyatt
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