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Time is a thing wasted,
a pearl before the hogs of humanity
(those beasts who might devour their keepers
if so presented with the opportunity).
It..
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Double-damn.
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More thoughts.
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Thoughts.
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Damn.
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I do not mind your hairy
drooping breasts or
sloping shoulders, and
I hope you do not mind
the heftiness, the width and
breadth of me.
Our imper..
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The east coast
with its cheap, seductive breath
rapes language, conceives and
births poets.
They sprout and blossom on the
yacht-deck, the urban ..
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There is no before.
Only after,
only post-
when the world has adjusted
to each new circumstance
and consequence.
With a resolute click,
life ..
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In the depths of me, an ocean churns
and bubbles, ripe with passion.
The chaos is enclosed
(muscular walls tightening)
but I feel its presence
an..
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The coiled python which rests
in my stomach is poised,
ready for the strike.
Provoked, it springs from that
slimy den, scales my throat,
and the ..
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