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Feb 21, 2013 22:11

sympathies charcoal words
buttered and churned
slathered upon
each greased pane

sitting in dirt
you writhe like a worm
segmented like syllables
a lioness mane

forcing entry
into empathy
each soft note,
you dote and i to thee

but patiently
is like poison to me
and it meets my lips
so willingly
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