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In between my plow synthesizing into swords

and my daily meditation medications

I took a trip out of my way

to the other side of town

and shook the hand of my lovers lover

there was no greater joy

then the grip of flesh his and mine

and our eyes setting into a blend

entangling into each other like

a night of nigh drunk passion

and in that moment

I didn't hear a thing,

my screams of contempt

the beating of my headache

my throat screaming for vengeance

and my heart sped up

my heart beat took off until spent

then for the first time in a tear filled week

I felt nothing

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