Red lips red dots circle the sockets nights of bottles and glasses into can they be called conversations what can they be called calling for who who is calling not calling no one calling forgetting names names fading from lack of mention distanced by lack and floods and quakes quaking short legs folding waving goodbye. Goodbye.
Thighs spreading between storm clouds closing around the Sun hidden until it is time to burn more holes in opportunities already filled by others charming with wrappings so shiny glittering around melted chocolate melted to the inside of tin foil silver diaper of the universe inserted into the mouth for consumption points sharp points pointed leaving the tiniest cuts on lips opening onto spaces too narrow for kissing too narrow for contemplating too narrow for the smell of lip balm rather wait for the sting to fade fading names fading from lack of mention distanced by lack and floods and quakes quaking short legs folding waving goodbye. Goodbye.
Tin foil orb hiding between the impressions put there by all the movements between displacements and the thickening and softening and thickening of the melted chocolate inside this tin foil planet. Cutting the rim of all the ears that once placed themselves to the surface for a listen once a listen. Tin foil orb planet hiding between the impressions put there by all the movements between displacements and the thickening and softening and thickening of the melted chocolate inside this tin foil planet. Earlier impressions only theorized about earlier impressions cut red lips pain cut rims of ears draped with hair tangled blown by winds between displacements from first impressions smiles swallowed by the carelessness lying at the bottom of the ocean fading into the deepest dark too dark for names fading names fading from lack of mention distanced by lack and floods and quakes quaking short legs folding waving goodbye. Goodbye.
- Max Stoltenberg
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