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    Red Rose

    A linguist stutters at her belly button Lover’s crawl up to her chest And drink upon the collarbone One hums his mother’s Spanish lullaby Another pleads for his father to stop The reckless beating She sits by the window pane…

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    Lost Home

      The wind has broken down a couple of times resting on my back giving me solace when in fact she needs it more than me wind, a carrier of good times doused with the fragrance of a lover's kiss…

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    Hourglass

      I keep time with an hourglass because I prefer the shape.   It reminds me of the bottles with the dark sweet fluidity of caffeine and the feminine bodies keeping my attention.   This addiction holds me tight, so…

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    Live to die or die to live?

      Rolling the skin deeply In the waters, rusting my bones cold moisture seeps the pores hits spine, undercurrents discharged pupil widens, nostrils expand I breathe in the black smoke hair rise stiffens the nerves muscles inflamed; cortisol infused bloodstream…

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