Tabletops
set her off;
spinning plates
on Saturdays.
Dripping syrup,
while rising up;
she’s got a day
to resonate.
If the mouth can deliver news,
than the hands can bring about motion sickness.
A heart divided between ten swaying fingers,
that colour commentate the parting of worlds.
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I really tried to expand but this is all she had to say.
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