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Life doesn't speak
it knows not how
lest it were to displease
with no favours to endow

it's not our duty
not then, not now
to coax or chide
to none would it bow
* after Emily Dickinson
Your words
Threads
Woven
Imbedded
Into my skin
It hurts
 Jun 2020 arthur samuel papa
annh
Stick girl embering,
Lollipop meandering,
Molten toffee trail.

'We discovered that one of the strongest links among us was questions about the morality
of what we do: when do
you press the shutter release
and when do you cease
being a photographer?'
- Greg Marinovich, The Bang-Bang Club: Snapshots from a Hidden War
 Jun 2020 arthur samuel papa
rk
i remember
how sweet you tasted
strawberries and whiskey
staining my lips,
so beautifully sweet
with a power that burned me
as i couldn't stop myself
from asking for more.
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