From low to high
you thrill me to death
you cheer me to silly
And because you cheer me willy nilly
I can only bear being alone for so long
You are my lovers of hungry eyes
You are my lovers of tumultuous voices
of tentacles and suction cups too wonderful
which stick to me sublime, which egg me on
Shimmering chandelier spinning over my skull
mirror, mirror on closet door
who's the greatest Pinocchio that ever was?
From low to high, the opposite effect
of once was spurned
never loved
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