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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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we, the people
mere statuettes
of patience and suffering
the coffin with its living dead
the grim silence
of unseen unspoken spectators
unheard whispers condoned wails
years of autism
we the people
the comforting numbness of slumber
the system the perpetuation the apathy
the water shallow
the cracks unfilled
the few brave attempt to ford across
the stream
of human consciousness
and the river flows
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