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Invisible moon’s light lives in The petal. A red source
Poets never wrote of window of yellow air. Backs. Two backs. Not faces.
I have a turquoise pebble of some other god nowIn my mouth Is its crushed earth
foreign pages in the white handsthis stranger is not mine
First hour comes with lust.
Sound of multiplicity pokes silencing beat