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Comments about Aric Kane
It was not enough to see your shadow
in the loft
of that worn out warehouse.
I needed more than the cemetery
beaming from your lips,
the iris, blooming from your eyes.
my hands on their second boil and
for a passerby, this is
a graveyard of fragrant flowers
You choked me at midnight,
in the light of song,
and shook my world to its