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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,
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
and when I drift
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;
help me.

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