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Stick a key

(not my key)

in their ears.



Their straight hair

is not a silk curtain

at the entrance of a harem.



Their heads will open,

blossom, beautiful flowers

which you can smell

sweetly

after the key tears

like bone through a

smooth and perfect muscle.



A needle?

It will do.

It will do damage.



Veins, twisted and braided,

built in friendship bracelets -

I made this for you.



But blooming, yes!

There will be fountains

so the rotund man can never say

"it's a shame, what happened to that boy"



So keep your keys

inside of ears,

sleeping in beds of nectar

and fireflies.

Become unborn

gently rocking in fluid,

living with blossoms and keys

forever.



The uninitiated might just say,

"it's a shame, what happened to that boy?"