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Slick shiny bones break with oil saturation in iridescent bubbling abalone shells, skies in my chest heave death.  Sleeping alone on shelves in messy dark cotton okay please draw all this love out of my ideas.  Forming pools of ink I sit in like children we are for every instant silent two more you are gone, and cement fractures.  Little hanging shadows with an axis kissing your eyelashes, every snapshot some taken are things for us all to bend into our pockets for cold nights and hard little pieces.

If everything stops what I will hear is you rustling in clothes and Japanese woodblock prints; I care about everything I promise yes, the ellipsis of three grains of salty sand caught in the hair that glistens atmosphere above the skin and on your belly.

How long can I do this anyway I really just really wish for all the stars in a falling blanket holding golden black torn, you swing around a whole warmth that sings to you and me when it covers us alone in my dreams.  I hope that everything can be found sinking underwater sound waves for granted as hardwoods.  Think that I could forget that sweat dries to salt.  Discarded and freeway rubbage,  thirteenth floor laboratories.  I exist through...

My fingers running parallel to the silent beams of light.  I scream all night long.  Crushing only my hollow skin and left alone by all my songs.  I swear you ring forever without a trace of cold smooth marrow, dust of limbs that sedimentary like creates eras of longing.

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