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Acrylic lens lectured
with Sea’s skin, Sky’s eyes, and Earth’s tongue
In Clouds’ classrooms of purple sequins
Satin threads were the subjects
of its pursuit and illusion
Rose slippers sought smooth strides
beyond hearts of Pollinators
and found intimacy in Stars sweet souls
and gazed at the starlights
till they erased pierced affection
like Mutilated needles.
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