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You came,
In circles
Winding
Twisting
Dangerously
Like a woman
Anytime I looked you with lust, you fled astray.

Again you came
Slowly
In turns
And turns
Innocent
Smiling like a playful boy with iron canines
This time, you feigned a child and squeezed my testicles.

Often you arrive higher this way
At a completion of a parabola
Right at the base,
Hurling us inbetween coffins and graves
With a sicken essence
That we may die through struggles and still die again.


©A.M.Gabriel

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