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.

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