Wednesday, February 15, 2017

from p.4 on Mon., Feb. 16th

Deep in the depths of the
bitter black ocean

turned pure by abused animals,

it was delicious.


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I love looking at the
sunset and the sunrise,

but I would miss a
thousand sunsets just to
look into your eyes.


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Like a God,
above all others.

Until,

the mistake of apparel drives
cheek to dirt
and heels to head.

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