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Aug 19
Lips of intrusion and confusion
Concubines and cantaloupes
Sometimes it all goes south
Coveting our pleasure
We destroy our souls
Branded with talent
Love is rare these days
I used to run from my own desires
Now I face the fire with a steady gaze
Come bless my heart
We define the sounds of silence
And are minding our own eyes
As Pharaohs moan
Far away the vultures wait
I place my nose in your open mouth
And hover in the sunset
For now we call each other names
And say the things
Of which we won't be proud tomorrow
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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     mc6lm and Em MacKenzie
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