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Touch me Touch me not

i   was

crumb   de de

dumb   dumb

crumbling

to   earth

balding


tree   ringed

lungs   cracked

Time’s   chariot

on   my shoulder

can’t   be arsed

waiting   for nothing


breasts   sag

empty   bolls

waiting

who   do you see

hushed

husked


the   end

a   joke about ghosts

i   am blue

i   am

past

Touch   me.

i   am

the   whole fucking cake

eat   me

crack   the mantle

ascending   skywards

those   locks/larks


wisdom

like   wings

beats   air

eyes   open

waiting

what   are we doing here


see   me

seraphic

at   the pearly gates

see me

blush   fresh

like   a pea


flying   close to the sun

i’m   not missing you

i   am red

i   am not

present

Touch   me not.

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