As the pieces of me come off to provoke the fine daughter.
Our favourite game initiates infront of her blind father.
Supermarkets are lonely places where they sell pieces of the world.
As my friend came back from there empty handed I could see they
didn´t have what we were looking for.
Beauty stimulates but rips appendages from bodies.
Blind fathers already know the extent.
Pieces of me are offered to a new sunrise.
Pieces that were not
sought after by the sun.
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