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Don't Move an Inch
Honey mouth stumbled onto dust
Flat surface, little vines growing
Touch defiles these glass colors
Grain was my nights and my nights
Were more beautiful than any other's days.
She stood like my tall hero, the lengthy legs
Of spiders, golden features which moved the
Dust. Tear into the bits of life that the surface
Contains. Her scent was like caffeine stuck.
She said destroy, pushing upwards to sustain
Placement on the cargo which kept falling and
Sustaining in place constantly stuck in mid air
Dead phone poles and widows arms latch on tightly.
Turn to parts of the heart where we share a door,
So body and dead the peakness of heights
Now the obelisk is emerging as it does once per year.
