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A review by lelex
Incorrect Merciful Impulses by Camille Rankine
4.0
Sometimes in the morning your hand finds the dip in my side. For the moment we'll call it happiness.
You didn't want to hate the living, you just wanted it to snow
Dear night: It was so warm under you that I offered but you refused to endure. You won't remember me. (We danced. I was the one in the dark. I was wearing this face.)
Mercy, unpoison me and tell me what for. I'm only crabgrass green, after all, experiencing things.
I never knew where to put my hands when she laughed.
I engulf with an affection from a chasm in my gut, a sweet trapdoor, a heartshaped hole, a pretty well that threatens to swallow me up.
A flock of birds when touched, I scatter.
I am not good, I do not strive for it.
I see my escape. I walk into the water. The sky is blue like the ocean, which is blue like the sky.
You didn't want to hate the living, you just wanted it to snow
Dear night: It was so warm under you that I offered but you refused to endure. You won't remember me. (We danced. I was the one in the dark. I was wearing this face.)
Mercy, unpoison me and tell me what for. I'm only crabgrass green, after all, experiencing things.
I never knew where to put my hands when she laughed.
I engulf with an affection from a chasm in my gut, a sweet trapdoor, a heartshaped hole, a pretty well that threatens to swallow me up.
A flock of birds when touched, I scatter.
I am not good, I do not strive for it.
I see my escape. I walk into the water. The sky is blue like the ocean, which is blue like the sky.