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She Wants the Ring Like
He Wants the Suit of Scars/But
She wants the ring like he wants the suit of scars/but
I
want liquids diamonds from the music of a window when it cracks
cool doors emerald eyes from a fire against ice/everything
screaming torsos petals from an immortal storm
legs of a metallic sea in search of a floor made of fruit
a thousand marias with braids of lightning ruby rifles
she wants the ring
like he wants the suit of scars/but
I
want violetrhymes from the salt mine of a cell when it blows
sky calendars the wall cut by wasp suns
(cassock wings of altar boys:let them explode)
she wants the ring like he wants the suit of scars/but
the
one thousand Lucios with honeycomb eyebrows topaz bulletstraps?
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