my skin breaks in flames that was pink. my flesh atinder begs me to go, my hair that was black is a smoke.
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I can feel both my eyes where they seep. my eyes that you loved go brackish uncolored. remember them gemmy, remember them bright in a copse all darkened, leaflings slept still in the branch.
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I loved your pearled, unapexed body. bedded of sweet leaves, alstroemeria, rose.
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you were my beloved and I rose with you from gold things, from laurel shadows, and your body I loved as a jasmine winding, loved pleating as lichens, loved roan.
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my body you loved is flamed to alyssum, flashing tigers and calla till none. my eyes that were gemmy are flamed to the iris and dead.
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my body you loved left the mark of a body, spent all the way to the bones.
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I loved your pearled, unapexed body, body of marigold, spineflower thing. I saw you in cyclamen and spider mums, finer than captured, fluted in coral and bronze.
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you are my beloved and I held you as my beloved thing, my sweeter than lupines, my smooth as a beech bough lovelier wildness than bluebells, coneflower, rose.
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I loved your pearled, unapexed body. deeper than bedstraw, deeper than aster, a violet felt in the breath.
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sweetest they left me in branches thrusting with fire. they left me staked to the body, full of the body, alone.
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I never felt slighter. I never felt my skin through the ash of the face but I loved your pearled, unapexed body, staked to the body, breaking in coral and gold.
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