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    mouth barnacles

    my god, where can i go?
    to avoid dissection
    our reckless poetry
    the on-going evisceration
    defying being
    crashed against rocks
    any ocean will churn
    picked apart
    seems any child can turn
    but the gem of turquoise
    colors our waves
    hides in her desert loins
    panting like a summer wolf
    the raised brow
    beads of perspiration
    sleeping like the hungry owl
    as the tide comes in
    no more paper hope
    the ink is bleeding


    rds
    the second


  • #2
    Man...you had me at the title.

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