The daughter with crystal eyes will meet you when the moon lays half behind fog's curtain and crickets stop chirping. You'll find your ears pulsing erratic until the drums begin to rip—1000 pins bleeding into them.

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Argan oil to keep my hair from blooming in the rain, mouthwash to keep apologies from wake-up's bane, malachite whispers on eyelids framing views of you, agelast in this revolution as today's youth.

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It attracts fairy lights before the 1st snow & prevents one's heart from falling with the foliage to dance in wilderness upon heartbreak. Its velvet sweetness won't stick to your skin but will coat it in dew's glow. It also eats its brethren to regenerate.

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He brushes dirt from his face & sniffs air like fresh rain & calamine. "Maple syrup leaves dancing to my freedom. How delightful! Ahh, nothing like the turning of the weather to fade a maggot filled week."
"Those are blonde children skipping over your grave, sir."

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He sits somewhere between the lilac & navy of my heart, a crumbling treasure that led away firm monsters & bolstered my love for blueberries & their tendency to stain lips like kisses.

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We are all luminous, leading one another to safety. Our truth lies in words that the false see as fiction—trailing sighs feathering ink, spilled stutters on stepladders, pen pal letters between margins.

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Artificial ocean breeze singed our skin as the floor slid into a stairwell & ceiling crumbled. Paint flakes tickled my nose upon ascension, but Emilia... She fused w/ the devil in wax. Too late to reconsider candle choices.

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The world outside my door came alive, dim sparkles popping madly on surfaces like water in a frying pan. I prefer such afternoons that were louder than dreams, pieces flying petal to petal, perfuming the air.

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We perished earthly fears the closer our hands got to those cotton candy clouds, ignoring little bites and scrapes along the way. Leaves blew oceans past their sheen until all we saw was a jungle of ambrosia.

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My hand clasped with yours & our sights on trees silhouetted by sun's glow, I remembered strawberries' sweet tang on homemade yogurt & the friend who fit almost snug in my palms—the day I no longer felt small. 6

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I came upon a lush patch of wildflowers amid brumal icing sugar. My hands brushed against its hues while the falling sky speckled my face, soft & brief as cotton candy on warm tongues & somehow just as sweet. You became spring matter.

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The park was a muddled prison, a place you attended on Easter to experience broken toes & near-disembodied screeches that bring your thoughts to banshees—but the little ones' chocolate-smeared grins were worth it.
"Mommy, I fell in poop."
𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕.

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I was surrounded by people whose favourite habit was Eau de Ashtray. You needn't strain to see the smoke fumes dancing from their fingers. How could I entrust them with these dying tresses when even their coffee tastes secondhand?

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