dingo of a secret, unlocks me
tweaking large sums of moments
you don’t -even know five things about me
except that you wake me up, confuse me
manufacturing your own conclusions to fit mine
usually i count to six, it’s grotesque to stay at odd numbers
were you born quietly? among your shoes, does life rehearse itself?
questions, many, wanted, unwanted, avoiding me like cement, a hardening
i exist, i wear stamps of butterflies, used, unused, no less than your common light
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