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Apple taste Placed atop Your head-- Shotgun *Klu Klux Klank* Bang 00 Buck Shattering Thine Crystalline ***** Optera Forever Encased Behind Glass Locked and keyed Plead Plead Please Let me out To Use my wings I'll allow myself This Dream Only for a While of Rubbing Antennae (With"you") Caked In Pollen (All the other children used To laugh at my unobtrusive Thorax) I forgot The taste Of Breeze Please Free me from This prison Cell Inside Your Nucleus Warm and inviting I think I could learn To lov- To lo- No, I understand You don't use the L-word In this Kingdom Phylum Class Order Family Genus Species You Use much more subtle Habitual Mating Rituals Practiced by Boys And Girls Alone Once Their government Handbooks are issued Ashamed and Full of doubt They seek out The silence Offered on Forgotten Moons Where they can Meditate to The infinite hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm of the universe You can hear it Now If you listen close Enough *Almost A Whispering Deep inside (me?) I Think I  could... love you*
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
Poetry A-Plenty For the Poor and for the Gentry
Apple taste Placed atop Your head-- Shotgun *Klu Klux Klank* Bang 00 Buck Shattering Thine Crystalline ***** Optera Forever Encased Behind Glass Locked and keyed Plead Plead Please Let me out To Use my wings I'll allow myself This Dream Only for a While of Rubbing Antennae (With"you") Caked In Pollen (All the other children used To laugh at my unobtrusive Thorax) I forgot The taste Of Breeze Please Free me from This prison Cell Inside Your Nucleus Warm and inviting I think I could learn To lov- To lo- No, I understand You don't use the L-word In this Kingdom Phylum Class Order Family Genus Species You Use much more subtle Habitual Mating Rituals Practiced by Boys And Girls Alone Once Their government Handbooks are issued Ashamed and Full of doubt They seek out The silence Offered on Forgotten Moons Where they can Meditate to The infinite hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm of the universe You can hear it Now If you listen close Enough *Almost A Whispering Deep inside (me?) I Think I  could... love you*
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Equatorial Guinean
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
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