Lace vines, stone-peopled walls
and weathered washed flowers
take me as the bed holds me down
In cruel slow motion, I am swallowed
by this quiet confrontation
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gemini in bed, pisces position
leo's authority over taurus' anger.
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I am lost as though I were led
by false translations of yellow signs
Before me, a thousand stone steps
along forgotten dirt roads, and a pink tree
that smells of ancient change
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The city lies restless on its belly,
all sorts of crying and laughing walk around,
their faces are shut doors, spined and tingling
Their voices, loud and sharp, echoed
by closed unmoving mouths
