Little Hollywood

I’d like to die
ahead of all the times
I see you 
kill me. 

For the thousandth:

I take you places
to watch you enjoy them; 
set blueberries on your tongue,
giving life the bright eyes
with dark, polychromatic rings
warm me in the morning.

equals cute 
when what comes to mind

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