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By Misti Date: 2001 Sep 08 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.08.10.41.9426]] |
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first light and I am too aware of the angles you sleep on your back doing that weird fish thing with your lips I take my REM too seriously the residue stays a haze I try to wish away who were they to you all of them singular complete with a special shine I know the first one represented Eros the second was Scarsborough Fair and the third was a distant relative of the Mad Hatter but this is not to negate the slight scar she left (your aversion to organized religion) in the last dream, though she was young Italian vibrant sexy ...flirtatious to a fault you adored her shamelessly and ignored my fury I blow dried my hair straight and put on a new antique lace dress a delicate silver sapphire necklace adorned my throat so I looked in the mirror thinking I Am a Force to Reckon With but she was with you in the kitchen enthralling you with her merry mythology I could hear every rose petal tossed and slowly I burned Opium incensed. |