Owl eyes through orange tree.
Chill my bones, lock my knees.
Painted lips in photographs.
Sex shaped brow, hollow laugh.
Seducing me, I play once more.
Shut me up, lock the door.
All that leaves, in shallow breath,
May keep the cold, I'll take the rest.
Shattered mess, we lay scrambled
Yellow eggs, content in shambles.
Wanting only this we breathe,
Dust and pain and whom we see.
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