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MY REVERENCE IS AWAKENED BY THE IMAGES I VENERATE
The one about the two who love one
The diphthong of a party
The ever-always ghost face
You say this hoping you won’t hear that back
The family member on the back stoop pontificating as outcast archetype
He let himself want in that one
We said
Commended him for his raggedness
And it was winter, too!
He opened the paper and a bug flew into him
He used to rest in the middle of the bed
And hold his cock in his hands
She would be near, in on it but not quite
The penis a warm tombstone between them
There are so many ways to be sick
The next time you see someone, their hair will be longer
My love makes me feel famous
My heart leaps across the room like blooming eggs
Posted 01/21/13
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