I have just arrived home from the ivory coast
the light blue still shining in my dirty
little
stout hands
they still glitter
blinking
like stars
dying all over me
like a blinking aura
made of broken rings
and saliva
and transparent filings
from your skin
I dance
When I arrive
I dance with the swallow
girls
that smell like coconuts and
oranges
their skins so tender
their legs so enchanting
my brain like a burning machine
burning you
burning me
burning like eating matches
and I know I am not there
I am gone
no matter how loud
you call me
I am gone
no matter how tempting
I am gone by now
I am not writing this anymore
is just the machine
not me
not me
anymore
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