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Coriander Angels

here comes the snow pitch tomb parade!
& they dare to call us lazy?
say what you will about grey tar mist
when we dance & you smile like a cherry-colored spoon
they laugh when we call tufts of fluffy inuit fins
in our red book of clown mass trips

the shadows glare at our curved whale bones
that leap into skies & reflect spine-chilling glare
frozen when they created your mausoleum
& scribbled on the covers of broken dictionaries
skritch! skritch! skritch!

calm your feels & take notes when we dance
throw the snowy songs when they say
we fluff back in the gaze of the labyrinth moon
i become a prince of falling for you
when trip you on the edge of midnight
& they mock our delight in distant days

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