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this is part of an online quiz and my teacher gave me 2 hours to a) answer an essay prompt and B) write this based on a prompt.... you dont gotta know the prompt i just need help on whether this flows or not (yeah youve seen parts of this before. i reused it because i doubt my abilities to write a good logopoetics poem in one hour) your irises are hackmanite, and whites fall luminescent under UV and the people stand close like Oz munchkins it's too radiating hot where we're pressed together, all incandescent eyestrain purples dancing across the floor, music rattling our lungs and pumping through our ears; apple shampoo-scented tango, with caffeine sharp behind my teeth. your skin feels blurry. and im whispering clark, and you're whispering 'i can't believe i had my first kiss at a fucking wizard of oz-themed redmond high school homecoming dance. i dont even go here.' your lipstick looks so, so blood fuchsia in the dark, neon strawberry waiting by the water fountain, i got mistaken for a popular instagram blogger. i had to tell her no, tell her i aint the fleek-ass bae she's lookin' for she looked right through me, all my flash (bang!) matte glitter "my god, your dress!" comes from the bathroom. i am an underdressed glory the gold sequins of hourlong toil are little suns of the dance floor my shoes scream of the ethicality behind the millions of times ive jumped on them so far tonight as i gusted through your soul. the tension in the air is enough to hobble dogs with, my mouth will blink quietly. after poe: quoth the raven, birds in the weather die together eso si que es o dearest of the dance floor, my grammarian lion, i can bear your heavy heart and that neon lipstick looks like love smeared at the corner of your mouth