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I turn on all the lights in my apartment.I taste my perfume.I smellso many of my candles.I roll my mat out, and then back up,out,and then back up. It’s gotta be brighter out there, let me climb out the radiator and through this wall. I smell and sleep and I find thatI am lavender,the way…

Lindsay Hargrave
1–2 minutes
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I turn on all the lights
in my apartment.
I taste my perfume.
I smell
so many of my candles.
I roll my mat out, and then back up,
out,
and then back up.

It’s gotta be brighter
out there, let me climb
out the radiator and through
this wall.

I smell and sleep and I find that
I am lavender,
the way I
tremble
and when I drift
in
and out
and lose the little
petals running past
the ripening bud.

Every damn nine
in the morning,
The shells shrivel up and
scatter themselves
across the floor.And I am there waiting,
to fall apart and maybe break even
in this break apart from heaven;
heaven,
help me.

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