Poezie
Don’t know why
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Mediu
I’ve been dealt a handful of confetti past
trickling down my spine
like beads of lead into a glass of summer wine
All my experiences could easily fit
into a jar of primeval slime
and find their way to shoot minute stars,
while I am still lost at the crossroads of your body,
on the winding alleys of your skin
even though I can put on my checkered hat
and my Polaroid senses
and fly on an inflated witchy feeling
that I might never want to go back
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