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Giraffes & Geraniums pt. I: Felt Skins
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Extended Poetry PtI: Felt Skins
The roses are cold
And mushroom blue
The garden trapped
Caged
The weight bears down
On her breast's sweet summit
Painful is pleasure
Bitter does the sugar catch
The budding taste
For a snail hides its face
A rose drops its arms
Shedding such a feast of feathers
Giraffes up tall
Geraniums broad
Roses bleed sap
As they wince within the wind
Cold and mushroom blue
Sickened by a rabid fire
Puckered to the piercing claw
