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Dec 2012
I smell **** in the alley of my heart's apartment.
Lush velvet footsteps.
Concrete torn spines.

The echoes of last year pierce my chest.

In her pool I make contact.

One burst of velvet.
A taste of electricity.
Dead from above & the water closes my throat.

Three days & I'm born again.
I'm found, forever inside.

The future favors me.

A grave new Hesperian devil.
Tragedy
Robert Carroll Spear
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