wait a minute, Actress,
that's jesus's gold. whole world, pair of
hands, in one house a scrapbook filled with
copyrighted photos of barbie.
the barely naked ego
to fondle a hugging, five times
as much state of mind, eyes move toward
the invitation, the VIP trail toward
everybody's praying for change. remember
the time you were sober? when was that? it's
rounded up my skin across skin, dipped
in a burning fascinating height of why
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