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#09345

i wrestle with the thought
of floating back to yours, 

sitting in the hurt, 
pondering your words, 

do i gently swim towards;
drown in the chaos of your swords?

your ocean demands a coast
of my aching bodily notes

will you frown if i drown? 
                        if i coast to the shore? 


will you coast
                      and 
                             save me 
                             
                             i’ll float astray,
                             a painful sway, 
                             as they say, 
                             it takes a great, 
                             to be away.










#02021

the foreign four walls, 
adorned by the arms
that graced my body. 

languishing on your bed; 
joint by your rough hands,
only gentle on my skin.

the foreign four walls ... 
all i know are            
                your foreign four walls,
                
                p 
                    e 
                        e 
                            l 
                              -   i n g ,
                
                  making way for my canvas,  
                
the offering 
from yours to mine, 

i’ll paint my mind on
the foreign four walls.











#10965

Aimless man,
   Entering my soul
   just to feel some love.

Aimless man, 
   Searching for the honor
   taken by your father.

Aimless man,
   so typical,
   what other souls,
   do you juggle?

Aimless man,
   Did you find the light
   behind my beating shadows?
   and decide to take a flight?

forced your way into my beating shadows,
just to take apart my soft strung gallows,

Aimless man,
   oh, so typical,
   who do you juggle?

Aimless man,
   entered my body,
   just to feel a soul.









#0187655

she’s incapable of speaking 
the language that first tiptoed
the stage that rolled her tongue. 

only knows, how to roll anger, 
onto her stage, 

a dance, so familiar, 








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turmoil, turmoil, turmoil, 
   






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a whore in the squalor,
give her some lovers
to stroke her heart.

she’s getting colder,
give her something warmer.
need some bodies
to fill those craters
and have a pleasure.

only god knows,
it’s her only meal.

gi









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