This Is A Love Poem
I will herald my ghosts
I will braid our pasts
I will unlid secrets
I will forest bruises
I will strange love
I will cabinet the lies
I will haunch the hurt
I will expunge order
I will temper the liked
I will pale the bad
I will away the soiled
I will hush the undone
I will stab the fault
I will dream the lie
I will sweet the love
I will still the brood
I will play the stars
I will pronounce the naked
I will index chance
I will darling the crookt
I will soldier the dreams
I will pageant the breaks
I will cycle the jitters
I will sing the caring
I will belly the upset
I will feast comfort
I will turn the certain
I will empty the dark
I will flame the barbarous
I will shun the ills
I will repine the not
I will listen.
Sound is at the bottom of everything
I will draw out the word from our throats
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