Kiki Theo

Poetry etched on my liver
I write the writer
As far as the nursery slope

Cutting flesh with a sharp stone
Whole bodies filled with music
The truth is in the listening

Purple boxing gloves filled with stars
Punch entrance to other worlds
Written by wayfarers at dawn

Strangeness and synchronicity
Wearing long ears and silky noses
Leap into the abyss

Poetry etched on my liver

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