please, baby,
let us buy a jar of honey
and attach ourselves
together.
borrow my organs
please,
get better soon.
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opals
PoetryA gemstone made of a hundred different ones, a gemstone with fire inside. He never finished his cigarette, put it out on my palm. I became an opal. Flashes of red, pink, sweet petals of flesh. I will love myself as soon as I can learn to love the un...
