I Am a Body of Stars Not Up for Removal
I am a body of stars not up for removal.
Remember I am not up for purchase and you cannot spell improvement.
A path without purge is my future memory as I rub out my eyes to taste silver, the golden blood, the green leaf snake of my mouth cawing night with perfume.
I give my heart yellow chrysanthemum if it wants. Untaxed.
A last and first request for the healing game.
One bird song is of twelve nectars and I am just and as simple, a music to drown out the listening.
Awake in a bed of mint eternal with enemies. Not bought. Just playing.
I am a body of stars not up for removal.