stretch the sociolect and cut my tongue on thought. improve my vocabulary. reference my day-drunk shadow sister. she is cuddled in my coppery blood. allow the cherry sun to kiss about her. a convoluted blur, forever follower.
ordering this word salad. the visually burnt. my doubled syrupy syllables fixate on the unfamiliar. delineate my appetite, sweet honeydew. cover me the strangeness multiplied by two.
a revised vernacular. overlapped minds conversing over Rorschach’s ink blots. the promising golden bits of bits arranged thinking of a certain boy. the color of craziness.
xoxo,
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