poem from a daybed

the only liltis in the smirkjust before i makeyou smile high off itlike it’srunning out that fear as usualunfoundedin that i amlearning yourweak spots i canuse to haveyou make your miraclesyour missouri lipspulling your faceup and tight while i’ve got a fewinches on youi look up at youlike the cosmosor a building long lovedsure that the airwill hold youall threeup there

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