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<envy>
by Sara Matson
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curled down the
barrel of a ghost
gun perplexing all the
pretty dead in their
lilac button downs +
dreamy sensuality
joined at the blonde head
spring from shoulder
(padded bliss)
glass antiquities +
nuance wrapped
in silver shaped intimidation
blurring the days edges
an unscented serenade
of the obscene
zero gravity
sliced thru nailbeds in
neon cubes (backlit) +
living in some miracle gel
(ridiculous)
even post life
fevered snakeskin taught
sunburn and its fluorescent
crust to calm
wrapped delicately in
baby eyelids
butter soft +
endangered at the root
even from across the room
i understood
envy is a subtle ruffle
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