Tag: spilled poem

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Oh

Oh benevolent

beloved be as you are

and I’ll make love with you

sing praises between you

Hmmm the way that we blend

and a scent so sweet

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August 12, 2015

I need a soul to look at. No stimulation stems from rocks. I enjoy my shadows. We dance together in dead streets. We like to hold hands and create tornadoes. In the hands of relation and this chaotic lifeless shapeless home.