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la abre los ojos
by Jacob Cavallaro |
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mechanical mosquitoes paste her dream to the electricity she craves. she dances in a cave with a tie-died octopus. her cloak is desire. her fire is a uterine spit. the sound is that she is where she wants to be, tangled in jewels and sheltered by a sea of red and green sleep. the jungle in this woman will be erased when she opens her eyes. |
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