desperate to feel something
her fingers dance in the air
the soliloquies of yesterday
emulsifies tomorrow’s stereo
the monotone of this pen
disappoints her knuckles
check it out, deeper now
but don’t sink into the skies
it’s terrific without asking why
amazing are these blazing cuts
bang her red head on the wall
the bells start to appear now
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