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karmic canines
copulate and spew
dog-mas in double spirals
cosmic forces gather,
converge and convulse
inject the stuff of stars
into the c..
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singing winds, crying beasts
the curve of your bottom lip
caught between my teeth,
against my thigh, your promise
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southern vista
risin..
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what would i have done
she wants to know, but
she doesn't care how i answer, as long as it's
you did the right thing,
i would have don..
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Morning Ritual
Moments of quiet reflection
holding on to the last sweet dream
inevitably it evaporates
like steam from the cup
i stir the litt..
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