at the end of a swoon
pixies giggling around the corners
at the end of a swoon
wanting to cry, not being able to
swooning for the fairies, flailing
how much is paranoia, how much is reality?
what can one say? how down is baseline
how much deeper could i go,
sinkholes in your kitchen? call 555-
karma suppository, antacid dissonant base
it's taking too long to hit rock bottom
i don't want a faith healer
i could believe in her lips
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