#crippled engines

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love redux

we speak of love of broken arms of catatonic stares

nothing is as we speak all is dripping lilac  dripping intensity

it is the wellspring it is the tear of flesh it is the kiss

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Magpie eyes As jaded as the lords Disappointment Cripple me once More, taste of lead Transcendent

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I grind my teeth Because I cannot Grind myself To salt, to dust

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The genuine heart Is faulty, keen To break itself For the sake of others.

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2

Two words Escaped quite On a wind Hurried With tenderness

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1

A slew of thought Stewing on my brow. I grow weary Of saying the same Thing, day in and out. I have seen y conversations Laid out in silver Coffee spoons Elucidating each tired Refrain carved in my Mothers name But still, I am trying Still I utter and gasp With the bareness Of a child's hope

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Yes you have said you are an island But still you kiss the grass of lovers You long and you torment yourself In jest you are an island, a lie you Tell yourself as a litany. The island Does not crave. It knows nothing Of its isolation. Thus the island Is sacred and pure

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More bitching

Clenched teeth reflective of my innards. So many failed relationships, I hold their corpses in my palms, Drawing up new prophecies As if I were reading bones. All I've done is open old wounds In hearts dangling in front Of me like dead fruits, the smell Sweet but overwhelming. My Failed marriage strangling me As I try to make everyone happy. Maybe it's to calm my own sickness, This perversion that corrupts all