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Feb 2019
Yes
I'm a dummy
So use
my body
To send your message
All my words are yours
Since you've inserted yourself in my
cavity
Dumb and speechless
without you
I come to life in your presence
And alone
I'm stiff in a pine wood
box.

In truth you live through me
And only through these felt lips can your truth come
Intently tinged by this cynic, sardonic, wise
***
This piercing needle through your wanton
hubris
I'd turn this wood to flesh
But what would you have left to
burn for warmth
To use
And use up.
Gravity aligns us
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Gravity aligns us
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   --- and Em MacKenzie
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