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slight expectation
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Lesser-ish poems had i known the opposite
attractions
contraptions
reactions
had i read between
the lines
or sat on the
edge of lunacy,
i may have understood you
i may have heard my
future heartbeat
may have felt the flames
lapping hard at the door
may have seen the crimson
drips spread
but this is still the past, babe,
barely in the present
could be now
before we realize it
if we were simply shadows,
frames without soul,
life would never flux
no turning of tides
or heads
or cheeks
no fleshy touches no fluttering lids
your conscience is the kind that talks
heart on your sleeve again, darlin!
cap the flame,
wash the wounds,
let watered-down red flow
batter the streets below
with bullet-like drops
