i have a
fascination with stone faces.
that is (probably)
why i chose you,
in large, circular part:
a big yellow smile
on
the bottom of your shoe
and
nobody sees it
but me
and only (not)
when i need it i
back - track
to all the creases i made
in
my own face,
like
concrete wrinkles
firm up (tight)
while i sleep, and cry
cracking in the rain
you are
my own plaster
of paris and
i knew it
would be you
all along
but
you see
i have
this recurring thing.
i love
obelisks,
like you...
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