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The Soft Rejoice Let's call in drunk all day and sing the song of tongues because every kiss I give you goes a different direction. It's nice outside and you know I'd never hit you, but what if you were trapped inside a pinata? Spinning in the yard till the moon spits lungs and we gasp at one another. The nite-lite, spreading like a blanket of amber across the window and paradise is still paradise rising over your patch of nipples while the ground just waits and creaks. And when we're finished, poison the horses and bury me under the tree house. Poking at my shadow with a candle will do no good and your footprints won't warm the knoll that covers my bones. Instead, use my spine to descend safely into bed and use my hands to eat the candy we've broken. And if you must remember me, plant pumpkins where I lay and carve them to my likeness and together we'll sing in soft rejoice.
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