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Native Sun Dec 2017
Lips!!!
                              And chocolate chip, cookie skin.
                              Hands that touch my face!
                              Aura.
                       ­       Freckles.
                                                ­          Inherited Sin.                        
                            
       ­                Alcoholic Mood changes
                       And endless clichés;
       I want to worship her idol
            And walk in her temple and pray!


                             Make her moan.
                             Hear it?
                             In the grass,
                             In my future,
                             Touch me.
                             Near it.
                          
                             Earth; Shake,
                             Explode; Mind!
                             Earth;Create,
                             Explode;Time!
                             The Fantasy,
                             The Novel!
                             The Portrait,
                             The Model!
                            
                              
                              But­ lately, all I've done is visit.
                              Her dreams.
                              Hopes.
                    ­          Expectations.
                              I missed it.
                              While slumming jaded avenues
                              With Fear and Misfit.

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