saying less I peel my heart open for eyes willing to see saying less; god god god what is my tongue tasting for? God god god and my chest burns for something I cannot place can you Place a Hand on me ? burning— my chest— Acid— my chest— I check my flesh for a message. ** all I need is a Sun or a Lover to burn me —Red to burn me —brightly, into a sick Oblivion. ** hands pull tangerine fascia mindlessly. a timely ritual— hands, excavating sweetness or sustenance or something? ** Can You Place a Hand On me ? God God God you will be lucky you will be lucky.
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