I've been trying to stare a stranger in the face, a stranger with the same size shoe, and ancient words. A fantasy is a reality the second the thought forms. A diner in the center of town, a toothbrush with no tooth paste - I've cried too much. I've eaten too little. A kingdom with no king, I, madam of color and truth, painted you the last reflection, savor it, remember the reds.
There was no real reason, I'd say, for the egg to crack, not on this side of the counter at least. My body lay still, my pussy dry, my heart sank. But I wanted every - day, and you burned with it.
My blood is boiling too hot, life is itching to rip open my limbs, I've felt like this before, I've put a yellow cloth over the moon one time prior to this and danced my feet raw around his drum & fire.
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