artisan
your face_ voice_ endless cool is misplaced to make me the fool
indeed
for you
are only
my wanting
breath_
if i had to have_ it were you to be
that face_ that voice that endless
joy_
to be corrupted flawless_ crippled with perfection_
ruined with seamlessness
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just to
must make my mouth muddle
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share
a thought_ then drop
as if it were never to be said_ only written on electric that floats around the sphere
around the surround sound in my bobble head
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your eye can unravel the process clean
even_ perchance_ knowing not what you seem_
