Polka dots

Polka dotted memories
all wrapped up in silk
everything drunk off the ash
off the dead man’s milk
everything sees polka dots
fresh from their revival
can’t kill what’s not spoken
cannot burn the bridle
ride the waves of memories
drink the colors up
everything is lost at sea
even when it’s not

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