I'm hiding in stars
Black velvet obsession
artificial waterfall
unzip and slip
scalds, tastes like too much salt--
bile memories
forgotten before clean
baby doll vanity
I need a friend
or maybe a lover
one to worry then
close the door
Pray for future amnesia
the past is headlights;
too cold to cover
You're buried in snow
and I'll not attempt a rescue.
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