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I rise upon curved haunches.
Soft petals are my lips,
thus quietly they speak.
And dry mosses for my eyes.
I hear a sound insistent.
Staccato r..
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The carcass of what once was lie as bare,
stripped by months of carrion thought.
Ahead,
the sun burns the
febrile desperation from me.
I see you..
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You are a stone wall I climbed over one day.
Silent, still and sullen, you,
stranger barred my way.
Onward was my path to go,
and yet you noticed ..
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Bad day
anxiety and panic a cloak
from Houdini.
Belly full of ache
and head abandons control.
I rue the day and ride
with the restless night,
d..
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I say I will leave him when the jelly jar is empty.
Full, new, brimming with with the fruit and seeds of sweetness,
I take small teaspoons from the ..
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