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Aug 2020
she was born of the devil's seed
perfect tense and perfect needs--
the ripples from her skin obscure
the twisted origin of love.

come and watch her swim the lake:
your heart is warm enough.
a swim, a sunny afternoon
her heart
could use some exercise...

it's there between the velvet lies
immutable and stark
a poet etches words in steel
a lover in the dark

she's there inside his beating heart
and leaking from his pen
he paddles now, away from her
and swims with her again...


born unto a broken home
(she) built upon the world's disease
i've seen her vaporize, condense
precipitate herself again

her motion is a clever lie
contagious eyes, that basilisk!
her only reason is the one
that puts all reasons in their grave.

i'd give my chest a healthy breadth
from any god who'd try and steal it--
spend this life at war with death
and any god who'd take it from me

she's swimming in his swimming pool,
and leaking from his pen
he paddles now, away from her--

in this, he seeks an end.
this is an admission of failure! we all fall short sometimes!

i also do wanna say this has nothing to do with my clothes lol
bennu
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bennu  26/South Philadelphia
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