When you wake up in the morning
(your sheets cling to you
and your face is beautiful
it looks as if you made love),
the sun splits up the air into effulgent particles.
Like a heavy duty
I want to kill all the people I love
how their veins persist in me
how they do steal my plastic foam
how their tongues clean my eyes
and every morning whacks my stomach
and every morning
I was virgin and full of fears
I watched myself growing
nothing spectacular
just a weird girl addicted to books
apples
depeche mode
and some kind of extralong dresses
I ate all the apples in
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