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taking
my heart away
finding
a small
wooden box

which I will
carve
slow and liquid
the force
of my breath
and the
yearning
of my
desire

on that cloud
number nine
who
waits
painting her nails
a red
to match her full lips
bleeding raspberries

an unlit cigar
rolls uneasily
along my teeth

my eyes
drawn to the
false god
in my living room
smiling knowingly
at me

take all that I have
leave me nothing
but my dreams
and hopes

and I will be better for it