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All I do all day

is sit

outside and smoke

cigarettes

I try to stop

thinking

burn a hole in the cellophane

film around my mind

and the eyes do suggest a spiritual realm

two splashes of dark green mystery

manifest aesthetics…a waterfall

cutting rocks

to their ancient prime

abundant and fruitful

I eat the apple of your eyes

and sleep

amongst the rotted

the soul’s cavity

sweet demons.

 

Reviews

[Dove]

I had the biggest smile on my face while i was reading this, amazing job.

[Lily Mae]

Is it right that this made me smile? "I eat the apple of your eyes and sleep".. perfect :) x

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different write but so well done,
Loved the last three lines.
Nicely written.