Self-adhesive suns
they glow
fluorescent
on grey monitors
wanting for a world
ess
misremembered.
Oh, how biddable!
Our paper
geisha girls,
dancing
in an open window
breeze, only
to die the deaths of
petals curling,
ips unpeeling
from a disappearing love.
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