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my sweet heart is suspended in -
mild walks and twicebrewed tea .
i bloodied my nails the other day
crimson windows to green veins ;
stains of my cool cool heartbeets, cooked;
freckly smooth, and crisp and delicious and
same sound m i nd & skin as grannysmith
i bite into it
my fingers are tripped and trembling over
raw sonatas and rhapsody in blues for red
stutters of king's speech flutter in my head
beethoven, (cooked?), symphonyno.7
my sweet sane mind plummeting, forward
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