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i always need this
someshapeor
or some form of it
before the earth climbs out itskin
mad again
leaves and
leaves again
finds blood on the floor
and the door unopened
never in my heart again
with given understanding
still lets all the creatures in
u could appreciate it 
when it does
and how it does it
on a purple hill 
with purple wind
the world convulsing softly
in the palace of your limbs
alternate universe
in some space plastered 
backforth+ untoward
the place where 
u leave too soon
and never come forward
black black saliva
out of perfume mouth friends
while his backward antlers
charm red pale vampires
that he cannot handle
or begin to understand
there never was the right way
to measure immaterial worth 
in such a fragile place
so ill empty the house
while u burn it down
unable to giveinto change”