This word is best pronounced
preceded by an extended gasp.
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The lies you
whisper so sweetly
into my ears
can never touch
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On a face meticulously sculpted
from melancholy memories,
her smile remains one
of cool poison, of beauty
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Cold and callous December morn,
the magpies were mute.
Cynthia resigned herself to
stoically collecting tolls on
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Beginning thirty years ago,
a desire, never a lust,
to be lovers. Our mask of
friendship more a sedative
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Kissing you
was like drinking
mango nectar
from the marble breasts
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Like a hundred jackals rapidly
licking the sun from the sky,
memories of my childhood
riot within my soul.
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My mother was
a being born of
miracles, of monsters,
magic, mayhem
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Of a stern and ancient November
afternoon, life retreats from us
slowly yet incessantly.
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