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the world’s no good for girls with sugar bones

The heaven of stars bends over me.

Under the twilight skies of Pluto.

And the world did walk itself to the lapping threshold of the waves.

Shot fire to the struck heart that was as tinder

white clouds in a grassy basin.

I might be driven to sell your love for peace.

like tigers stepping on sparrows’ eggs

In the broken darkness.

A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in patterns

by what far edge of the frowning forest...