I stand on the rock
trying to contemplate
my irreversible existence
A rock
any hard place
cuts me
Shove me in the sieve
weed me out
sun on my back
Is It you?
Look at the crab
The red head
your ceiling colours
my heart on
my baby
Your heart
in your head
Dream of me
I stand on the rock.
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