Midnight in A Perfect World
Consists of walking the stained
ground cracked moon a
lemon meringue pie dripping
hot wine into my mouth lips
drenched blue heart palpitations
breathing waytooquickly your hand
brittle cold but a perfect
fit
step over my mother’s back
someone begging for change
under halogen your face un
blemished by the swirl
cloudy and grim
we saunter march skip
careless
hold onto me
till we get
downtown
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