Wont

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pelican toes
bleached white skin
Loretta's hideaway
observation of lonely chrysanthemum
cottage swallowed by sea foam
loamy yellow car seat
taxi cab flickering
footsteps, one two
puddled reflections puddled thoughts
anticipation like a beacon
build up, build up, build up
tuning of the violin
dilation- parchment moon pupils
shallow tick of twelve o clock
spring-loaded visions
pastel lights fall from up high
torn fingertips ripped skin
angry artwork
shattering of the vile mirror
descent into madness into
loneliness into
disrepair.

somber statue grimaces
notices
hopes

breathe deeply,
press repeat.

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