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you, however, are a midnight thought by. berrs

like a strawberry caught in a palmful of chocolate, if i say to you, you are a

constellation of lilies & the coffee beans hide under your tongue when your

mouth is caught on another mouth & your eyes are distant like sugar strewn

blueberries, glutenous yet anti-diabetic & they love me like they’ve loved me

before & before they loved me, they forgot me, like time is warped & we are

moving in reverse, so we were never strangers because strangers don’t need to

be forgotten & i know you spit out your coffee beans under the bed next to

your most expensive pair of shoes yet & yet the chocolate over the strawberry

cracks for you so if you say to me, i’m the star sitting in the middle of the sky—

i am, i am—



 



Written by. Berrs (Editor)

Painting by. Armand Guillaumin (Crozant, solitude, 1915)

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