brú

what a magic push

tiny little thing

the air became galactic

angels pouring

from the sting

flow through her

with jealous thunder

bond with lover blood

behold euphoria

in her gown

of wiggling mud

no goodbye of velvet

in twilight window pane

she feasted on despair

the tears

her cocaine

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