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I
LOOK
THROUGH
PIXEL
STARS
ensconced
in
your
topiary
vegetation,
with
the
u
vowel
and
tongue
trowel
quickening
sensation,
trickles
down
the
eaves
morphia
poches,
and
smokes
through
notes
of
cuddled
conversation-‐
try
to
pin
me
down,
your
king
without
a
crown,
from
cobbled
streets
and
communist
meets
back
then,
in
the
day-‐
that
come
to
this
metropolis
contorted
with
decay.
if
i
know
love
at
all,
it's
moat
without
a
wall-‐
can
come
and
conquer
me,
then
share
soliloquy.
i
look
through
pixel
stars,
ignoring
clubs
and
bars,
in
seas
above
the
ground-‐
waiting
to
be
found
in
books
of
chivalry-‐
embedded
into
me.