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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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the french lieutenant’s woman
to meryl streep
and john fowles
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her sorrow pure and undefiled
welled out like fresh water
of a woodland spring
but spring natural in itself
was unnatural in welling
from a desert
her one hardened stare lanced him
was it an act of rebellion or provocation?
her insight and imagery
awakened him
to his unexplored potential
she did cling to him for love
she made love with him
and `wished it so’
in passion in defiance
of the age and to indulge
the thought that `there was
truly a day upon which he
loved her’
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