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Apr 2016
Not another word
keeps time so deep.
how another joy
fails, love speaks...
gone into the wound
the healing murk
of sleep
ever
drives a nail into
the navel of
a long
dream.

II

keep
another star for your own
before you bleed.
set the fires you must keep
where you camp
in dust.
draw the hard spun truth
from your bow.
nock the arrow for your cupid
and just let
go.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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