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all were a simple submission - intangible
certainties, a young man compelled by remorse
(as remorse is the physical diagnosis of limits) -
until we could no longer submit. that young
and serious “we”.
breath on a mirror, the careful printing of lips
on a clear glass, a mist, vaguely physical, remembers it had hands -
once, the ocean swirled away.
he trembles on stairways
where he will be asked to observe.
the effects of her boots sliding off, leaping,
forged iron pillars shoveling a red hot sea,
the pale world heaved and savaged
for an impossible presence.
the arms destroyed - heavy smoke
hanging in circles of red narcotic light.
all were a simple submission.
certainties, a young man compelled by remorse
(as remorse is the physical diagnosis of limits) -
until we could no longer submit. that young
and serious “we”.
breath on a mirror, the careful printing of lips
on a clear glass, a mist, vaguely physical, remembers it had hands -
once, the ocean swirled away.
he trembles on stairways
where he will be asked to observe.
the effects of her boots sliding off, leaping,
forged iron pillars shoveling a red hot sea,
the pale world heaved and savaged
for an impossible presence.
the arms destroyed - heavy smoke
hanging in circles of red narcotic light.
all were a simple submission.
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One-Lifetime of Nights Stand
Sun dawns on the horizon, nightly shadows and curtains surrender to the morning lights. I can finally see your face. Each new day I'm happier that I stayed for a lifetime of nights. Usually by now I would be long gone, following the rules of a one-night stand. Only walls would remember me, but they couldn't talk. No letter left, no message sent But this time when I wake up in the morning I know you and I will never part ways. I will stand by you for a lifetime of nights... And a lifetime of days.
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Never Cease
In a world that prohibits, peace, hatred will never, cease.
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fragility
- and those that would possess me like some delicate flower plunge the knife deeper. Shards crunch beneath feet; digging their heels in to keep. Petals due neglect, subjugate to lust. [Would the rarity of love become too much to ask for?]
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