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Srpt  twentu secibd

I should be writing.
Serpent.
A violin makes your hands bleed.
But that heat in my chest should make your waters break.
And maybe later my assumption will grow into a child.
Oh it is not enough.
Heading what you've said into a stale, infertile land.
With mono, you delay our introduction.
Baby, be my baby girl.
Count a blessing in your hands.

I'm not paranoid anymore.

I believe in angels now.

Yes, belief is strong now.

Cleaning out your father's den and I'll stare you down.

It was two hundred.
Not one hundred.

Two hundred miles per hour I drove his brain into a coffin.

His poor mother so alone on that glass table.

Be I above.

Or below.

She remains beautiful.

Her lips on my chest.

But baby, sweet angel...

I'm listening.

Watching your lips move over and over.

It's not a knife I belong to.

You know as they do.

My dear, sweet little muse.

One hundred and twenty days of your torture.

I'm coming back.

It was good to know I wasn't coming back.

Stay my animal.

Believing now that we are born pure.

Or impure.

Whichever secures my mouth on your throat.

Darling.
Tragedy
Death.
September Third

We are backwards.
In any way, his statement wakes me.

A phlegm filled lung. With all of him removed, the pink shudder glistened.

With figurines or better, floats a lost spur.
the farthest branch
assures us there is life
the farthest branch.
where chatter swells in sight of gold

where raccoons see clouds, but no sun
the moon reflects
lifeless, controlling planes & folds foreign
even if so
his reach would only meet his grasp.
but it can not be this way
the clouds move & swell
protecting us from ourselves
from bizarre nebulas & unknown entities
harbingers of death originating
from our silky cigarettes & lean machines
inside the heavens, golden & blue
beyond the heavens
degree of souls,
all souls ask the same questions
why this way?
if you loved me,
it would not be
further into God's home,
words from his deep rivers & far roads,
if you loved me, together we'd stand
the cobwebs live behind shadows
placing my hand near sight
i see divine everlasting life.
how can it be so?
i do not move mountains
my blood does not course from me sweet as wine
i am here as the jaguar
as night.
untouched by morning's warmth
unseen by our sun's eye,
who stays eternal enemies
yet always in my heart, my sleep
alone he sits
far away.
telling us forever,
untiring,
if only you loved me


the copper straightens itself holding mountains together,
shiny veins
the trees speak in the language of survival,
cells
Dive deep inside me.
Before black became white.

Pink with all my one's new love.
Possession date.

Somewhere after.
Somewhere scarlet.

Pushing pencils into skulls, releasing the wills of high noon slumber.

Closing my eyes, New York is found.
Opening my hopes & lowering my head to pillow.

A slip, a pill, a transport's operator.
Such a structure filled with bones and blood.
Sometime today, my layers shift.

Awaken for inspection.
This mirror never cracked.

New lose.

Sullied dramatist.
Resting ill-famed.

Fitting healthy portraits over wicked loughs.

Entering this storage.
Silent locks, silent enclosure.


My hair thins.
Loses glow.

My gums decide.

Rejecting ancient bones from behind my cracking lips.

Beauty does fade.

True love with the past.
Nothing .

In the morn, my clothes are burning, my incision is bleeding.

An ***** less, now I am whole and complete circle of life.

With my kidney, a child was torn.




Small stain to clean & forget.

Resting forever behind my eyes.

This pillow, a temporal crib.



In my hands, holding the bloodstained square of linen.

Bloodline prospers.
Scars run gene deep.

Our history's beauty, surfaced in the pool of life.

Power and degeneracy.

From high to low, the fall is the same.
Fall down with the chains of your wrists.
Broken  reflects in thousand shard beauty.
I've found that splinters are calm.
Hunting deer.
Hunted runs home.
Felt in growing stains.
Reach.
My glass, sheltered.
It is no break yet.
Not without your little dog.
Your little pain.
All night saying.
Be different & open.

All night I say that this is not.

And only yesterday I played this game.
Serial drifts.
Everything you love, never wanted.

I'm seeing now as we speak.
Just clutch your head.
Clutch and strap.

Be a cradle for yourself.

Your breath stained louse.

Assuming language I'm not seeing.
Coming, resting under your house.

The wind raining, shaking my will acerbic.
Now I.
Under your bones.
Dusty willows shedding.
No reason for your family's passing.
Which giant now?

We're joining.
We've joined.

Talked alone
in halls nestled by tree top paradisos.

Thank you for moving, your bruises scared me.
Release them, divide them, spend us on yourself.
Tell them to show us your heart.
I feel so far reversed.
It's not yesterday.
A not time night time.
And maybe.

Freedom exists.

Love.

Cans opened.

A blue door opens.

Lexis.

Let's us.

Record plump in Lexus.

Little he'll hurt.

A breath and my back performs over you.
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