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| Basquiat-inspired teeth |
to write rhythmically a ladder in the stockings
in the era before the remote control
red chairs with white cushions
don't forget to catch me
with snow that covers the mind like a blanket
and the moon tickling the sky
declaring love
to get off my feet
and back on again
in starry-eyed letters
what comes in two?
flowers, some flowers do
