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i've never seen
venus sprouting wings
or looked upon
the moon with no envy.
i often fantasize
linking with the sunrise,
like a moth enchanted
by candlelight that burns.
if i could want anything
the way that moth wants to burn...
if i could be anything...
i probably wouldn't bother.
i'd still look and sunset
wish my hair, wish my eyes
that fuchsia.
fake it i'm an alien.
fake it i'm a faerie.
pixies fake to mortal.
my palms heel-toed to bark,
i think i can sense its history.
i want some stories
that will never be told.
i want seven crows at my window.
the answer to the question is...
the question is the answer.
searching found that
all our searching is finding.