there. As I crossed the green
grass. Only the bubbles she blew
knew her poisonous lips apple.
Moth blush eyelids. One thousand
deaths embroidered on her chest.
Vest of China on the green ship
crossing the plaza this apple
evening I wanted to dance us
back to life. Wanted to die again
with her whispering innocently
from the red womb. Sister of nails.
Third eye gem. Face whisper.
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