gregory hillman

Life, cornerstone, love.
Breath, purpose, infatuation.
Pain, bridge, dove.
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Love a hopeless thing
Caught in the current
Mangled by rocks and dark dreadful things
Ripping at me
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I looked for years in fear of loneliness
Sex and love
A new light to guide the way
A light of purity
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A wronging do of delightful taste
Stop living post haste
A life not fresh but old and weary
Left not full of joy but cold dreary Lifelessness
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I circle him, the demon
The fire red 12 oz. stones
The rage building, dazed
He is my own.
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