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You can't squeeze water from a rock
Even a whetting stone
Your velvet fist, caressing me
Crushing me with iron softness

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The smoke is as enchanting
as the flame.

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We are powerless.
The lie is
We were meant to be together.
It's true that
I gave up.
And I'll never say
I love you...
*(Now read from the bottom up)

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He still had
A future to his smile
Without hesitation, boldly baring
His heart in his teeth,
Gleaming.
In all those home movies, before.

He mulls
As if the world doesn't deserve
To know exactly what he thinks.
It's beneath him.

Creativity
Does not flow
The words
(So long you had to breathe them in)
- gone. We know.
Sunk
Into the ground like
Abandoned oil.
What a waste of youth
That's left him.
Poor soul.

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What is she thinking
Cross-armed and leather-eyed
Lost in the television
Is she hibernating or withering?
Throw a little water on her face
It's just a season. In another month
She'll be fresh-cheeked, light on her lips
Tip-toeing around the glass
Like a ballerina