Poems from automatonqueen

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I seem to transcend onto a dimension not quite in reality but not quite in a daydream. The things I've seen there are the kind to make a stranger brush your shoulder just to ask you why you are sad and the type to make you respond "I love far too much".
how does one call a stargazer who has fallen deep in fascination with the view of the soul through the iris
how does one call the entrapment of ones self in a labyrinth without the intention of ever enteringmuch less intending to stop and trace...
deliah.
dandelion lover wept once far awaywhere her hands of saturninein desperation of thirst for a love truecrawl to the moon      drown in...