summer nights

i taste the skin
from summer fruit
the juice sticky

on my lips  
as sliver of light
glaces the room

you are fixated:
crystals & mirrors

or is it
murmurings of trees 
you hear

pressing on
& on

i gulp down 
2 red pills




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