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Wherever I am, the dark comes, and I am alone.
Mostly.
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Swept up.
History won't record us, but we feel
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I refrain from your skin
Eyes as hands
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or abstract
a pair of loving arms?
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Coco kisses I stole and treasured, her
cinnamon-fleece maroon sweater
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death to pigs pink, neon rave pink
hold my hand pink
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Dawn soars through flying buttresses;
hold drips off the brush tip.
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"What if one of gets washed away?
The current is too strong, dear. We don't belong here."
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Green sprouts from the street.
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I will swim in oilslicked rivers and dance in polluted winds
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As your eyes unlace my bandages
Tasting all my wounds
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because she remembered watching the ceiling
Staring past his eyes, keeping her mouth pressed tight
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it tastes like warm apple cider
But I won't share with you just yet
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Vanilla kisses
trickles your intoxication into my blood
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Slicing through the fog of the past.
Crushing the earth that has built
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Like an Iris I'll open for you,
Halting all the symphonies of tomorrow.
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Succumbed to the avalanche that slides between the hallowed bones,
churned into the creatures crawled underneath the sacred stone.
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The firing squad of fingers
beating against my heart;
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And each tracing fingertip
trickles your intoxication into my blood
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or scream it in that way that tears the back of my throat,
or tie it to the stem of a dandelion seed and blow it out across the wind
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Sunrise creeps onto my eyes;
just dew on the lips of the dead.
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Delirium;
Delusions drift: dandelionseed,
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The pale earth would crumble beneath her fingers,
melting hearts to glass, so they could shatter.
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Though the shame had fallen from my mouth,
thudded to the floor like dull dreams that couldn't shatter,
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Only through the poisoned pulse
my mind will beat into clarity.
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The Savage drums thump under my chest
lay lightly against sugarcane skin
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That ugly thing that's washed ashore;
that used to be my heart.
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Ravaging all you ever were,
torn like cobwebs
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