her backed dropped like apples
through the bushels of the outdoors.
I didn't have the skeleton for it
but I walked up to her and told her
she was dreaming. This made her wake
but only into another dream. A more
bony, more stunningly abstract one
like the zenith of dust. I could
tell only by the timbre of her heart.
through the bushels of the outdoors.
I didn't have the skeleton for it
but I walked up to her and told her
she was dreaming. This made her wake
but only into another dream. A more
bony, more stunningly abstract one
like the zenith of dust. I could
tell only by the timbre of her heart.
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