othersides come up out of nowhere
my heart red-brown like the hum inside paints
where is it you said you’d go
my heart red-brown like the hum inside paints
where is it you said you’d go
when the furniture started talking
I assume it’s a place where you can speak
to quieting-down colors
in a softly spellcasting pose I think
its time we let the blood shed its heat upon stars
and feel the sun fall seeking that drip of golden soul eyes
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