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After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.

I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover and bite off his *****
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.
 Sep 2013 Jacqueline Flores
Ben
between wind and water
between sand and sea
the ever changing
fails to stir this heavy heart
an iron anchor sinking
to just below the surface
not quite deep enough to disappear
with surface just in sight
with never a breath of air
these psychological leviathans
of all my hopes and fears
break my ship upon the rocks
and all hands lost despair
for my mind my captain
my unhappy soul floats
barely conscious and dehydrated
lips cracked and delirious
in limbo state the sole survivor
of the ever present temptest
named loneliness unforgiving
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