poems

oh, you perceive me:to lay bare under the strobe lightand only thunderous, my inner choirbut no times are they quiet,even on days breezy and higherslowly humming my stomach into twists, lowly oh, i perceive you:to the brim of the slits into my brain, you layand slowly flick my brain into the brim, you lay& thrall

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-do you need a hand to give?-…-a breath to take?-i am insecure with the borders of my happiness.-…-i wish i were lucky enough to shed for love and cry for entitlement.-you have been chosen.-chosen to kneel? chosen to crawl?-you have been chosen to kneel.-so kneel, i will.-…-kneel, i will, and animate a corpse.-you will need

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-go my love; for you shall return.-scathed, unsung, thrashed.-and you shall revel in my arms in return.-…-the garden of my heart springs only when you’re around.-…-you grow like mold on my skin.-crooked and parasitic?-ribless and aimless.-I will lose my purity.-I will not ask of you to find it.-what about the clementine tree?-it will be flourishing.-this

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