POPSICLES

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Pretty, pretty, pretty parchment wall (with
Oxlips). On the other side of origami
Pillow is Phelix. We, posterior-to-posterior and

Silent. So silent, it stings stoss. So silent,
It incarcerates us to the island of
Compunction. We, casualties of wires crossed…and this

Lost night of loquacious loving. We, lightly-purged livers,
Extending our ears to the emphatic
Standby-of-sorrys, which, with the sun, softens the sleepless shiver.