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Mar 2015
again and again
the morning comes undone
and we march -
stuff-lunged into crunch
and mule love
blunder-busedΒ Β and lump-kin
but for always
a short ton
of long grief
tweaking the snip
of a dead sow's ear
to reap a jewel
from a dead
mind.

but here

i love you like a war in Spain
spiking the Punch and Judy/
a fugue grief on a tide of dark joy
slavering at the haunches
of a Pegasus.

Blindfolded.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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