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Lulu

Lulu is as beautiful as the translucent
white shine of the fairy pond:
Lulu you loved, Lulu you cried,
Lulu you flew you flew until you fell against
the red hot tickle of the sun.
Lulu said nothing as you
burned- Lulu, her eyes, red and
orange, flickering faster and faster.
Lulu you screamed like a charred
fingernail, perfect as a rainbowed tear.
Lulu is lovely like the opaque
white glitter of your scattered bones,
each reflecting the flickers of
Lulu’s ancient, ancient smile.

12/2/2014
in connection with my last post // hoping I find back some of my creative inklings like I had a couple years ago
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