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As daylight dreams reach for dark under a K-light sky so must the world return requited, kited, new , no one knew but me and you I will not beg of thee in XYZ chromosomal hormonal after-tonal A giant jelly fish ate "To Wong foo with love" a bit of it's electric lightening flash turned my skin to glass, molted down Queen cream in crock-odor-ium, it may be a word, it may not, it maybe your Marshland smile. I'm going to emerge orthodontia in crystalline wings and when I do I hope it won't blind you like your heart like your heart forgot how to pronounce my name and sunlight forgot to wash the sand into bleached wood a drift from where I cry away from that small dark part of me that resembles photosynthesis in green or gold memories ..of i'll never leave you even when my tongue has become a pin cushion for all the things That get stuck to it in the dark shifting of under garments and sleepless every things that crawl the endless length of me as a nightly ritual of sacred dance.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Jellyfish
As daylight dreams reach for dark under a K-light sky so must the world return requited, kited, new , no one knew but me and you I will not beg of thee in XYZ chromosomal hormonal after-tonal A giant jelly fish ate "To Wong foo with love" a bit of it's electric lightening flash turned my skin to glass, molted down Queen cream in crock-odor-ium, it may be a word, it may not, it maybe your Marshland smile. I'm going to emerge orthodontia in crystalline wings and when I do I hope it won't blind you like your heart like your heart forgot how to pronounce my name and sunlight forgot to wash the sand into bleached wood a drift from where I cry away from that small dark part of me that resembles photosynthesis in green or gold memories ..of i'll never leave you even when my tongue has become a pin cushion for all the things That get stuck to it in the dark shifting of under garments and sleepless every things that crawl the endless length of me as a nightly ritual of sacred dance.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
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