You wanted me to stay
quiet. But the threads kept sprouting
and reaching and turning into
beams of light. I understand,
some people are too large
for each other. A crocodile, then?
What would you like me to be today?
Teeth too white to be one
of your piano girls. Pearl wallpaper,
lilies, birch -- no, this place
is too good for us.
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