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You peeled off the skin of the moon; now you have it powdered
peachy from the sun. Teen sweat, like ginger tea. Your stubble has grown, A trace of charcoal spread on a sketch. You loved once with me, for the first time, among soap bubbles. * We put the car to sleep in a field suffocated by marigolds. I asked you what flower you’d want to be, you said – that one. Why? They're all the same. Oh, but that’s not true, some have lost their petals, others die quicker after the rain, some are opened like dozens of legs. * When you thought I was so alive you offered me a planet inside a flower, the stars lit campfires in your eyes and I let it fall into the chasm. Why? – it was for you Oh, but nothing is for me, Nor for you, I will always know where it is and I won’t have to see how it withers before me. * Sticky note: the second isn’t a parrot. Love like a mute, Emmanuel without pressure without photographs like a deaf like a blind with severd hands like a decayed bridge make people fall into the water with submission when you cry from the beauty of the sun with teeth in the snow. Love, Emmanuel all summer long. The bees will build honeycombs in your chest
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