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lust
for chuck taylor all-stars
in every silly colour, studded
with glass and gems
and
for high, improbable shoegasms;

they whisper
with glossy lips:
we're awkward beliebers
in the kawaii kaleidoscope
of cupcakes
and
we make heart-shaped holes from
candy-coated talons;

together they leap, gleefully mid-air colliding,
bumping patterned laddered nylon
at grazed knees
and they
want to build a fort with you and
fuck you in it,
but not really.