pain
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Dark and fat with star and misery she could not swallow me into anonymity, hips swinging blacker than her Cosmos, smile brighter than Moons mighty, known and named Ancestors wrought…
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when the heart hurts it tells a story of growth or death or violence in the offing. it never lies but speaks and reads in the language it was given,…
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Suicide That’s truly what it is, must be. Or perhaps something more sadistic. Who could find joy in the face flushing blood whirling rush of rushing toward the end of…
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Laying across my chest like the caress of lovers long since departed on a cool Sunday morning, these truths know me and I them but we refuse to speak in…
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He had no idea the truth he spoke, when he laughingly mentioned that I might write a poem about our adventure today. He was partly wrong and partly right–I hate…
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Fresh off of a low tide I rolled in the presence of your warm thickness. Tightly packaged, reaching heights I’d last seen in the rolling hills of home long forgotten.…
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