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Nov 2019
Her riot forced her into predomination
Of all the abolishment this was
The final end

She played the game
Far too long
To not give in

But to leave
All for once
And all at once

Blackhole ****** thru me
Turned toward
The torched Sun
Only to peel the bleached
infectious skin

Vibrating in the
Noise I call THE WIND
It whispers at first
Then turns up the volume
To see a traveling herse

Jokingly I submerse my body
Only to find that the
Purest necter
Negotiated on that tree
The vines wrapped around my leg
Wouldnt
Let me Go
Thru it
Around it
It wanted to eat me whole
And so I let it
For a season maybe two
But wasn't this the me
I'd hoped for lived with
It gets confusing
And this mess
Looks like a mess
A pig stye room
And after eating dinner
She roast a toast
To her dead lovely awaiting
Husband
Patiently they walked up and over
The corpses law

Jagged and weary
Their bones fell
Into each other
Lost they put the
Wrong pieces together
And now he's she
And him is her
Everything doesn't
Make sense
Except for true earth
Which vibrates
At a frequency
That is drums like WIND
Like fire
Like all the crusted attire
These women warmed me with

Nothing beats the flesh
Of another true warrior
Nothi,e and I mean
NOTHING
REUNITES AS IMPALLING
AS HIS FLESH RIPPENING FOR HIS OWN URGES

Kisses by sins nature
He throws shame and anger
Meeting her at the door
He greets his afterstare
Karisa Brown
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Karisa Brown
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