The musk filled her wet nostrils,
Diamonds fell off her lashes
In a desert, unwell known
And the blanket took her thoughts
In a cactus thorn-
Bathed in strangers’ sights
With nothing but spicy bees
And electric fences-
Air lost its bunny,
In stars that never die-
Fade in the making of nothing
She always got her drama in a simple package.
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