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What the fuck is going on here?
erasure
in the pines campfire
smoke purple bruise
on an orange powder pink
sunset sparks
low slung venus
penumbral buzz hum of life
beneath the radar
of the modern mind
if you notice magic
at the edge-curves
of your vision
are you mad
shrug
biochemic terror
(insert euphemism for
bat shit bananas here)
adrenaline heavy heady rush
crash
freak-out price
for exultation yes
thank you sir
may i have another
orgasmic invalidation
graphic abyss unveils
sweet piercing fangs
lurk in sultry kisses
stark piercing quick eyes
behind laugh dusted lashes
finite infinite
internalized rage
blushing epitaph:
they see not enough of me
of them
i see too much
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