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Jul 2013
she went up
and then down,
up again, a twirling cup
with the transparent white,
rising against the black,
a swaying and a laidback push

of more of her
and she would curl
in a dance, light and hypnotic
to sync my time with hers
and we'd float
and sink together
into nothingness

out of which
exist, she and i
two fickle bodies
earthly yet divine,

and she burned me free
with the bare truth forlorn

"i lay a trail of ash,
and so would you,
for you are in a body,
by form and pleasure sieged,
free to burn
and be like me."
Aaron
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Aaron  Earth
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