Shifting faces and false trips
Cerebral rain above sunshine lips
Days I can no longer trace
Spelling sonnets on my face
To a fuchsia desert I will run
To escape what might be undone
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Poetry archive from the mental hospital
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Shifting faces and false trips
Cerebral rain above sunshine lips
Days I can no longer trace
Spelling sonnets on my face
To a fuchsia desert I will run
To escape what might be undone