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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
she knew he loved her
her deceitful stratagems thus
were to unblind him
to the true depth of that love
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and then she left him
to gain her person
and her freedom from love
and the impossibility it was born in
her flaring passion was coloured
with intense visions of freedom
for that she was called `evil’
if it was a sin to be born
in a wrong age she had sinned
doubly for she attached no guilt
to her passion
and set herself beyond
the pale
in her defiance she was naked
yet proud to be so
and was `married to shame’
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