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speak to me in purple
prosaic prozac
of the twinkled kisses
from the sun – no less

all the lovely flowers
cotton something clouds
settle meadow bedlam
such a fluttered mess

butterflies & sweeties
nice shite – et cetera
godesses but no gods
unless they wear a dress

come vomit rainbows
paint another blandscape
in between hot flushes
poetess ess

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