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the
last sin |
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pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams... |
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i
am a zoo |
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an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions... |
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syphilis
and love |
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syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort... |
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shell
and pearl |
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amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed... |
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i
am an unmarried mother
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fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton... |
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the
lovers |
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cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars... |
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rebirth |
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ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture... |
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the
young today |
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innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition... |
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one: in search of self
if you ever visit
the shoals of my being
you will find a narrow alley
amid sooty sandbars
leading to a clueless
cul-de-sac
the abode of a lesser god
two: wanted a rebel
all consuming dusk
still gangetic waters
not a leaf flutters
birds glued to branches
stirrings without ripples
consonance with norm
when was a rebel last born?
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