5.18.18

Fierce lip crystal blow,
atrophy and giggling,
by what obstruction.
Ceaseless cares
for a world tinted color of meat,
I and my unhinging.
Come wet with me,
infinite princess, and discard
what sentience proffers.
We, the ungrateful, the unbound.

-r. miller

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