(from a dream I had last night)
falling sky,
every time you close your eyes
I take a picture.
I only know you when you're gone.
My teeth fall out
and into clouds.
Away with a breath,
like Medusa blood,
like a boat
on a dry bed
at the edge of the world.
A sandcastle...
You want this to happen.
All collars, all colors.
We won't stop 'til we eat each other.
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