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Madison
Our tongues across hourglass
the shards and size alike
razor clouds slice the breath
angel scissors and fairy knuckles
most lips out of cherub descent
bring moist seconds red to our lips
She is like the poison verb spreading beneath
my chest is illuminated with the cancer theif
whether cosmic stride or warm inside
she was my saliva to wet the glide
have you pictured the eyes of tragedy
framed below a mousetrap anarchy
these dull mannequin sequences
in dreams it seems
bestow upon me my bride of ashes
we wed at dawn
with breeze she's gone
until another swarm of flames brings her back to formula
and in my palms to throw in eyes
