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Norman Crane Aug 2021
we are lapses in
judgement, human and divine
accidents alive
Norman Crane Aug 2021
steaming, pleasure drips
milked from the bloated udders
of faceless others
Norman Crane Aug 2021
let the gravestone say:
he was buried like was born,
crying and alive.
Norman Crane Aug 2021
the best has come and
gone—burned, never to return:
ashes in an urn.
Norman Crane Aug 2021
on the ropes: pummelled;
somehow, he stays on his feet:
the bell ends the round!
Norman Crane Aug 2021
like water to ice
passion freezes into nice
words / hard hearts / love cracks.
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