sandwiched

now, please, container

put your hand through ribcage of

doves’ in the heart of

a human the blue

spread across peanut butter sky

and jell with bells

hanging from her hips, direction

lost in a mint

traffic jam, skunk stench

of thoughts and yet without knowing

much I trust this

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