what with all of my thoughts and essentialities
blow away.
your plaster cast face melts
and the emptiness was filled with your powder
someone wrote poetry about you
and your pale smile
i read it. and you go paler
because you're unsmiling
and your name isn't schmuck
beautiful beautiful schmuck it says
so beautiful it hurts to look at you
the ghost of your pale lips lifting at the corners
and the uncertainty of the liquid movement
they stump me
you remind me of blinking at a 3D poster
you grip my head to see only you
what of colors
what of the sun
to me there's just you
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