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Clueless
the night disappears
without a touch
and your eyes stare like boiling heavens
you are monster kisses I can crawl up to
lips blood clot cake
that never heal
it rains howling phantasms, concrete
and dead eye bombs
nightingales of tragedy
this is my dream of the world
her form a moving mouth
she fills it
with a billion slums like black flowers
vast and strange
our sin
we are born clueless
broken chromes
and die that way too
Good gosh
I love this boiling heavens and monster kisses pulled me in.
Hi
Thank you thats so appreciated! I very much like your work too
Thank you.
thanks,
Debbie