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...dream after sleep...
...drunk after drink...
....cum after sex...
...wet after water...
...soil after death
....kisses before deceit...
...as she spoke these last words, still peering
through the window, I felt a wind simmer through
the Kitchen window, the taste of whiskey coursing
through the neck, and the taste of deathly
romance... the sky as wine...
...the taste of death soothes, until it
doesn't... where the sounds of the neighbour
knocking molests the night time happenings...
writing two
veiled
the screen penetrates the marrow
yelling into the stars
yellow, i mean into the stars
eyes, looking from out of marrow
a calm festering of life at odds...
i am deathly within this skin
of Medusa's head, hair astray
daylight between sense, sanity
a cattle pulled towards grass
feigning interest in following along
heavy as bunched feathers...
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