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in liquid-detergent mountains i awoke to the smell of dreamPyp / it was delicious, like the woman who shimmered in moonSunMaybeLight welding such a heliotrope flame via blueberry lips puckering / skin scrutinizing into puce undertones of NoBloodIsThere / my hand reaches and her skin laughs and oscillates out of Here / and now my world is hers and Here is There / beds and rooms and greyMundaneNight kills itself along with YawnYawn and my sanity as i crush myself under the diamond clock hands of dream / "not an illusion, fyi" the dreamPypeer allowed permission to be said and the amber sky complies / "zenethia, zenethia, it is There and Here is