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( some ugly noises found the summer eyes )

there is summer soon and summer means

reading outside and climbing rocks with little sister
but i am not very good and my mouth has lots of words all the time
fall words and winter words
but no summer words

( but summer hands freckle freckle )

everything everything everything
is as
awkward as
this


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Happiness is small and
crawling like a little animal without arms
and legs but with teeth very sharp
It crawls into my ears and bite
and tells me
Spring is here
you are free
and I listen to it
and do as it says.


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crawling in and out fictional brain nails
on wooden holiday hands that do not carry us right, the way it breathes like
a purple floating millipede on a movie screen
i do not like the taste of thoughts anymore
remembering the language I speak in hallways

hallways
you told me the following day
hallways are minds and gills (from fish) on fire flowers
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I do lose my words sometimes. When I find them again they are dusty and make noises like
this-

-I discover a soft building up of
blood ice cubes in my spine
and a distorted alphabet
of sorrow pets and window time
I mock and love the season house
we need to kiss
it smells of dull mistakes and toxic
gold and tastes of mist
but I hate hate hate and hate again
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winter eyes, winter bear, winter sea, winter hair
dust born, snow born, bear born, sea worn
i have lost my words
( milu )

( Because I found ffffound.com and got addicted )

So I found a bottle of summer under the bed, there was a spider on the lid and I had to kiss and kill it because it scared me right away and I wrote down the color of it's inside and wondered if spiders have a liver to take the ugly air and breathe it right. The bottle came in glass and in the glass there were the tiny broken glass pieces I had ( Read more... )