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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 watchman
on an id night
the watchman wearily shoos away
stray dogs
hopeless vagabond
delinquent lover
drunk husband with oily skin
and an imaginary encounter
while his wife tosses
in her stone cold bed
the sprinkling of twilight
the cackle of plovers
and the watchman departs
leaving us alone
to indulge in consciential
pandering
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