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Poems
Oct 2013
'pyre
she rambled through midnight,
shoes more white-tar *****
than black leather,
avoiding destinations,
washed palms
not unfamiliar with
stakes being grounded
near the wrong type of hearth.
standing half-drunk,
on scorched oxygen epilogues,
her cheeks deserted,
feet knuckling homeward,
wrists unveiled by calamities,
sheβd pour shrapnel
into her scrapes,
wrongs cast in iron,
and
he would trace
her scars like
a roadmap,
but always left
by morningβ
twilight strangers
in a cold, perfect sunset.
freckles holy,
lights heady,
moon painfully
indifferent.
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