It started in the light
Another day
From my ochre teeth
To the bones
Connected in my feet
Some parts of night jumped
Between matter and skin
It came full circle
Once one had left
Another appeared
Laced with another
Blow or soft bite
Fractured
upstairs
Full make up
Over scars
Found again
She dries off bruises
Saying this time
Next year
These legs
These eyelashes
Will take you
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