When one lotus shy

When one lotus shy

A Story by Degare


Taking your hand in mine, nearing no elate why perhaps one touch way Solvay in the abundance of consent, occupy occupy, this my anarchist heart now, a lotus of time belch two pence, my mothers and my fathers, understand to understand that migraines come and go, baby, do you want up, up,  cartridge compartmentalisation in a basil tungsten new york hearth, staring dilute with a felling eye, yours tongue the millions round you, till you look at me, a young breath of vitiligo rousing in you, honeycomb, bursting into square tendrils of then, one ammoniacal happiness.



Hunger, the asphyxiating genus,  lily wishes for re- reflux, she sloppy anger wave opus split down her stairs, there earnest undercut, her TWO FACED GOD,sleeping in a hair couch, has she

 eaten, a jar of infinitesimal water earths step, looking in a slant, did, didn’t Jerome take her out



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When my eyes shift open, feel my inner tentacles rise, the very very same time. Truth, I say you, it hurts, plucking out piano keys in achirality , invertebrate to your ever so misunderstanding lentil ear teacher, and I see yours, a presence gnawing on me from the heavens, two angels revering you, their hazel eyes are to fall slowly, one straining to regurge from your body, killing your mother's sense of alkalinity, you sway that, that heaven mist.


Who thinks I thinks wanted a sense of self, they are everywhere, tearing through every block of the life carpet, out, OUT, back away, waking up wanting conversations with a particular no self, jailing both my physical mental jet of undeserving, the dash of a rain that earnest.


Swear together,we need to, so that we be together now stipulating a tile kernel eternity waking, longitudinal by the seas, now knowing, that the lighthouse there built for god knows what, on the periphery of a dam, winding apart, now any morning






Lily merges into her uninvitingness closed, squint her eyes, our garden should have three orange trees now, growing beliqualine supple, focal edema, wake up, the shoulders piston, Wake up baby, open your eyes


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