oh honey honey,
your dirty lashes
and clean lips,
they give me
seizures in the night,
and i am foaming
at the thought
of your body in sunlight,
the trees listening
to our static charges
crackle and pop
in the air between
two parallel frames,
while you ask me questions
that i answer quickly,
so i can ask you more
and listen slowly.
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