are his Ruins enough to wish
Monsoon your mind
with pretty Nicole shades
He's just this trailer park
where the birds carry condoms
to their nests.
false eyelashes.
candy wrappers.
The h.i.v. coil
at my sip
of my dead
who tiff here
a jot.
The night grooms me...
are those flowers planted
in condoms? This is japanese
innocence. earthquake
toothbrush me
i say to the ocean
a little bit of foil
hovers there
forgetting the city
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