by Marla Smith
oh my only one
i’ll bite the sun
to keep you cool
adoring gore
adorn the hemispheres of my imagination
with twinkling plastic lights
i’ll melt them down, with my bite of the sun
and make you pretty sculptures
by Marla Smith
oh my only one
i’ll bite the sun
to keep you cool
adoring gore
adorn the hemispheres of my imagination
with twinkling plastic lights
i’ll melt them down, with my bite of the sun
and make you pretty sculptures
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