TransMoon
the day she is closest
you hear her clarity
the square prism flash explains:
the body is the surrogate
that holds the vibration collision;
a love smash;
a dress with pockets
She wants you to wear her clothes.
The sapphire light emanates from the cave
where the whale is the gatekeeper of the gems
she set aside for all of your broken guitars.
Our scars are in the same places on our faces.
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