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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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questions
the question
what's in the unfolding of dawn
after a dark windy night
what's in the song of wind
ruffling past rough terrain
what's in the laughter
of peeping time
what's in the cry
of a newborn
what's in the playful antics
of a passionate twain
what's in the writing of rain
on dusty pathways
what's in the womb
of a mystery
what's in the touch
of unspoken tenderness
what's in the heart
of a child-woman
what's in the flight
of a butterfly
what's in the taste
of sweat and dew
what's in the blossoming
of a flower
what's in the forbidden zones
the crumpled crevices
the unvisited nooks and crannies
of human emotions
that is the question my friend
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