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what arrogance it takes to flay a human soul
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I am small, but I am not fragile -
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for twenty-eight million
two hundred
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You are a stranger yet nothing in you is strange to me.
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you feel to me like an old child - your life is endless days
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a true poet
could shape this knowing
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my home lies / amidst a great span of nothing / and my heart is full / of startlingly beautiful / things of little significance / I love no
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I found some peace today - / it blew across my skin / with the dust, / stirred by the morning breeze / and I walked from mottled shadows / into clear light / and saw grace shining / on my skin.
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perhpas I cannot be / anything other than what I am / my soul, shaped in slippery clay / has baked in the heat / of vituperative words / an
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according to popular philosophical abstraction / we are limited to our depth / dimension / / we cannot learn / to think outside of a box /
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in this house of gaud there is no home for me
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your world hovers next to mine
but we live only in our own.
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and she cast out
spiderwebs of anger-laced grief
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Your eyes are unstained like clean panes of glass
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a dry cloud swells in me and rips jagged gashes out of desiccated flesh
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bring blood to my lips and lick the steel edge of biting tongue
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slick skirt slides down smooth thighs carelessness
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love is a word. love is a small word
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What is my God? I believe in an earthy God
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your eyes - the rich hue of mossy stones
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I love you
and it is a cliche
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shuffling feet and short, stark words echo in the hallway,
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deep within me is a pulsing flicker of life
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Darkness wells in your eyes like water boiling from a spring
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I lost my heart to your lips'
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the sun rose today and your skin emerged from darkness
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shyness welled in my throat and stopped my words
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arms wrapped tightly we are like two trees entwined
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a single syllable of affirmation and blazing hope burns my lips
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the stars blur through a cloud of warm breath
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