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Farm Hands aardvarks eat ants you eat little hearts and your decaying soul burns with desire the workers carry your ..

when x and y have passed lone variable no longer equation of relativity erin-cilberto 8/1/17

instinct i flew a heart's coop blustery wings endeavored find their way to you erin-cilberto 8/1/17

illusions of spring butterfly kisses intimate tongues reengage she found me again erin-cilberto 8/1/17

Rain fortune teller's blues chaotic love life back tracks palm's lines cloud over erin-cilberto 8/1/17

tracking cases a Harvard law degree lives in a run-down tenement on lonely NYC backstreet his clients panhandle for not-..

before middle age braces spry 17 year old lips pucker search, meet in the middle as tongues play roulette lucky numbers..

inspired by two poems written by h.d.e. rushin

idiot poet i'm now an older sot without much of a plot steeped in disarray sorting out one awry cry at a time if ..

a tryst indited in senryu second degree burns from your consummate kisses lips don't want to heal ..