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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2013 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2013.07.01.05.10.30346]] |
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Hell fights Here (is safe) /breaks slammed> Doorways enter into The few places in me that are left Which are pure And You You’re; gone (just gone) Startled, Undone, Miraculously unravelled In the snow #contained T O M O R R O W And we’re on the floor Lookin’ for lovin’ at the door While I experiment with the pieces Of myself Seeing if there’s anything that fits together The price is large /vacant stars/ (bathing in the emptiness Of separation) I rhyme with a lie Set myself down She, An ocean, Is my bed >surrender (sweetly) helplessly |