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_