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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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spaces in our togetherness
cold brazen flakes
hastily woven splinters
of words splattered aimlessly
blow chilly winds
on the dusky horizon
tears the hot potion
of melting passion
frozen into rivulets
of wilderness
`the pain of too much
tenderness’
gestures exaggerated bemusing
ironic like warm affable penguins
in antarctica
gibran, would the winds of heaven
dance
between the spaces
of our togetherness
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