Part I
This music
Is like glitter
In my ears.
I’ll take a hot shower
2 days from now
And find flakes
Still hidden in my hair,
My fingernails.
Still tingling in my ears
Throbbing with the music
Blink away
The intoxication
And the thick drops
Of the solo craft
Love
Twined with my
Front lobe
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