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Aug 2011
The soft burning candle flame
dripping liquid wax,
melting
as the passion scolds those
too bold and free.
A pressed moment;
bodies pressed together
- communion.

Like meat-machines *******…
is that what you said?
(are you dead? and if not,
why am I talking to the sky?)
Written by
G Rhydian Morgan
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   Tallulah and J Allen Bertsch
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