Dustin Dean Poems

Your stroke paints the blood in my cheek
And your soul is what makes it real
Illuminated by the pangs of idealism
We share this burden's parallelism
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The auspices of a divided column seep
Into lengthy karmic powders so deep
Met again with the reactionaries of life
Bringing them home in their state of strife
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We dance this process
Until we are due to die
As serpents tie the one severed tie
That binds our only individuality
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I could never leave you
Libran saturated
And without a ring
Though my odds are grim
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Channels
Situated where they are
Give way from each side
In the shell of a deep well
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Holy vortex
Which rests under our knees
Bring us closer
To the final disease
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The world falls apart
Each crumbling problem
Falls off of my shoulders
But really, you can't blame my selfishness
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Blood on her mind and in her delicate veins
Pains me to realize the gravity of her frame
That brought me against my will
To a situation that I could never heal
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A personality is deceiving towards
A broad amount abroad
Keeping us separate from them
Makes everything seem outlawed
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I cursed his name in vain
As my cousins did in the past
Exalting a new formation
Based upon the new caste
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