![A Graceless Tale](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/2577aef022813f548cf76f9fed6418d6.jpg) |
Oh, they called you Light Bringer,Hailed you their morning star,How foul those words must taste now,Churn fervently, a sour mess in your throatDamnabl..
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![My Eyes are Mere Mirrors](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/baa35290ece51c68414e81ee83cbfbd8.jpg) |
I don't know whyyou are so very literaloh?excuse me, I exaggerate.you're consistent.I can be so explicit.I didn't sleep alone before you.Look at you,y..
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![Ode To...](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/7d5cf4a691d56b2a7cb781bbc3c95a0d.jpg) |
I want to outdue myself;to replace the words I stumble onwith gazes.I wish I was wiseand that you would learnmore from methen how to givea thousand ki..
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![Sick Cinders](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/9c041112b7e5562bee08e6f828e7f507.jpg) |
Rusty...rusty rusty
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![A Carnal Carousel](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Her slinky black dress
is sliding up
her soft thigh,
the cliché is lost
between clenched teeth
and eyelids.
The heavy sun set
in the blo..
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![HEADS and TAILS](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I am perusing politicsbut he is staring at my cadillac lipsisn't that amusinghe muses,but he's not in the moodhe's flipping a coin between his flippan..
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![The Sins of Babylon](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
My life pours over youand your hands that hang like meat hooksall those small sad timeswhen I tried to say ithover above the bedposts(as if your mattr..
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![Sweet December](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I pry your pride apartI know;you are a proximity mineyou know;that doesn't matterwith the bottles ofcrystal wine still corkedand our buttons intactwe ..
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![Conscious](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/25900700-1261014228.jpg) |
In your most arrogant hours
you spoil like sweet fruit
fed to you on a solid plate of silver
perhaps it is my fault
you live life as a serpent..
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![Dented Area](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/67003900-1259198854.jpg) |
I dilute
my days
with dimes a dozen
or dimes thrown into detached fountains
my arid wishes wasted on deaf sculpted stone
but I will,
I will feel..
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