Barefoot you come to
collect the roses, to divide the pain.
An altered ego had brought pink wounds.
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Pains apart, life is same
between man and beast. I renounce
my friendship with death.
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I need you very badly.
I will carry. Agni into the sea, so that
blackbirds collect the moonlight.
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You are my beautiful poem,
O moon. The absent conclave will
ask the knife to navigate in homeless pains.
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The right or wrong thing,
a praying mantis decides, eating
away the head of mate in conjugation.
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You are speechless like
tasmanian blackwood. Back of my
mind, I am a little nervous.
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The body implicates the
philosophy for lullaby. Something
sleeps between moons. A simile wakes.
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You stole my shade
to bare it all, culling the lethal
truth, when someone goes blank.
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Words between the words
melt to make them lovers. It was
elementary. Hugging the deep fire.
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