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poisoning you

though you may deny it there is joy
in you
small cities full of warm
shivering bodies
and drunken they all float from
door to door
collecting marimba passerby wisdom
and it need not make sense
my dear my dear
for it to start to feel good
from lip to toe to forehead to breastbone to eyeball
small faeries make their way
through this enchanted body
slippery-
make them free, let them
fly out of your mouth and forget
about it
i will poison you as many times as it takes
to get the message across-
nothing
is
real
except
for how
you feel
right now.



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