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I remember
the first time

I saw a foreign
cherry. I blushed

a little armpit.
I saw how a cherry,

in it's candied boredom,
could stain.

The other not truth.
Thus this

is the end.
You can specify

a country,
for decoration.

The strength of cellular rhyme.
It emits atmosphere

without charm.
This cannot be stopped.

Currently, I have all the joy
you thirst.

It is evening
and the lake and the sky

are black. I drink light,
milk, and sugar.

We cannot stop laughing.
There is no failure

or exile. We do not 
understand our song.

It was raining this morning
and I wanted to

tell you something
about the wreckage.




image: Ryan Molloy