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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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syphilis and love
syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort
at the perfidy of the myth
of lifelong childhood
that held me together
the gardener
tending to the undergrowth
tampered with the roots
in which syphilis of love
now mushrooms
and i
attempt to revive
the moribund sapling back to life
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