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i stared into the milky vermilion
in the ivory bowl,
my reflection a pink outline.
i spoon red velvet out of my right eye
and into my tired mouth.
the outline of my everywhere hair
lines the inside of the saucer.
cold ice dissolves into my hot cheeks.

sweet and salty sounds sit on my taste buds
and wont let go.
dimeatap dreams latch to my bones
and tug at my eyelashes.
bittersweet are their lullabies.

"Oh, sweet dear please rest your head
we miss your dreams when you're in bed
don't try to think or wake or live
for night time comes, we know you'll give"





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