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yours,
aches and stings
with the scr-
etchings

yours

..others' [but, all yours]


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yours,
fate's/fire's/
flying's/lucifer's/horns'/
angel's/wings'/it's all

yours, opening

..to joy's skies; the wretched shallows


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yes you open in the
night no you open in
the day yes

every door; open if/closed if/
opened if/...

(the jagged flowing rapids
streams storms, as if- maybe meadows
lakes prairies pastures)


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perspective is
existence when
the walls are
torn

existence is perspect-
i've. when: to 
rebuild, sit atop
the sunrise spire


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sunsets


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a concept a contraction a trade, you mould my heart i
mould yours

unsaid

(if the kiln fire hardens the
clay to settle... no, it won't..
..can't)

i did not 
want to
mould. just to
hold. but-

that would
be to contradict, speckled 
gravity and wet 
glaze on 
every hand

,every-
thing


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(she opened; gave the
everythings the
nothings

:is all [you]
are- un/real;
sensory..)

mirror-portrait of a wave
,drawn
in ink adroit

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the shell the pod
the sheath


the murderer the para-
medic the lover


you are so many different
colors

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