once you miss my broken ammunition
my months of cloudy shame
my mother holding me
i see your brutal hand
your rapid breathing orchids
shimmer softly on the plain
how many times i miss
your other ocean
lying sweetly in the sun
you found the beetle
empty vanished flowers
inside me
your sudden silent daggers
stroke me softly in the morning
so afraid your lonely palm
will sleep tomorrow


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