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IV. ok
strange sacred longings far-wandered thoughts these withered words all whispered for nought cinched desires abound though you took it for granted heed this wary prose of perspectives slanted mustard and gold boy these talks they get old sickly complexions yellowed and old oh my sweetheart, the tortured the free, the divine my prince, my king, …
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III. dulled
Why does the sky feel so hazy today?Plumes of ash where lazy clouds once drifted when did my favorite silk shirt get so itchy? Burning skin finds no REPRIEVE My tea tastes like piss and my jeans slip off my hips.The voices are droning, petal-less flowers in droves like a sea of spears. I guess…
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I. with you
Buckling at the knees with faltering resolve Grazing lips and shallow breath your hand wanders where
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II. perch
This shell scarlet and black a shield, fashioned of flotsam and jetsam corroded by the ocean spray These feeble wings, origami lace, spanning countries and transgressing laws swept to the dunes of shifting decree The storm did not kill you, and the roaring sea let you pass but you do not belong to this salt-stung…
Ghost Ocean 