These eyes have been through the lids. Capsized to fit in our tiny mirrors. We carry our pockets on our shoulders and our heads between our lies. Like a peach we smolder the pit and smother our innocence. Cast a shadow big enough as a mouse. Wandering relentlessly finding our home of adjacent holes. Come forth to grenade our soul. Trust a color, fight lemon covered straw, call a sugar dice.
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