the bottom of drawers/that are in an old house/lined with wrapping paper/grandfather clocks/next to mahogany and peony/wet trees and moss/earthy tones/melted marshmallow/fancy perfume/that comes in a/glass bottle(s)/feather quills/ink/old books and paper/shampoo as well/but mostly your fairy tales.
(she) smells like
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the girl i met at camp
front lawns
frogs
crochet projects
and tears
bring mind to your
fairytale girl
she laughs like a poet would (and does)
and moves my fingers
on the ukulele strings
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fate says
three and angry/says the moaning sky/they follow you/then play the music/that sticks in your head/just so they can cackle/and watch you squirm/they cater/ to our lady of the underworld/the fates/give to none/and take from all.
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