a crystal mouth
i translated
yr poem until it was nothing
i was born
and am a different child
of earth
she warms me
this is a warning of hot iron
names me a need for water
i am obsessing
w the eraser
mindwipe wash my knees
to the feet
w what is dyed
my hands blue from berries
i translated
yr poem until it was nothing
i was born
and am a different child
of earth
she warms me
this is a warning of hot iron
names me a need for water
i am obsessing
w the eraser
mindwipe wash my knees
to the feet
w what is dyed
my hands blue from berries
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