Predicanda Emmons Poems

In the spat ball of tumbleweed, I am indeed contrary.
To the worry black of wonderment, I am war and woe, or wretched,
even when I shape to parallel, permit proceedings.
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i am the perfect concubine.
soul has been sadly drained.
large sea with its hunger hands
wisdom knows much more than me.
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why, hello there, did u know...
the peach resides within these stones?

peach meat fleshes out velvety soft,
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you press my skin, so tired of dreaming
and loving and kissing and scheming and burning
without source nor punishment or bible or demon
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The pitbull comes, and rips me half in dreams.
There is nothing much more love can do
But say it was nice to do unto you
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This fire light stole us to thumbs print
And hacked me to a shaped kiss.
thought my hallowed head know just what to do
I’ll run and dive, till I am sea born.
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