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she could swallow me whole
this is but the man in me
losing form
of
taking control

what have her elbows taught me

how tough are yours

from peace sighns to

where are we

who are

yous

less reading me

i
am
nothing

minus you

attraction

games

play

ing

teach me how to breathe

there is more than silence left in me

paciefied one line after an
other
how
you
calm
me
is
it
I
this
mere
shell
of
an
man
inhali­ng more than I am


what from for have I
when my words mean nothing to man
who are you to read
is it my time
be
yawned
by waste

what waste have you bought

to think that I

would want

to

touch you there

how dare your thoughts

how dare they

dare me

who

has

spoken over you

from what streets have you bled

that you sorrow couldn't be felt

in the depths

of

mine streams

what is this

she could swallow

me
whole
?
where your heart bleeds
it
...
..
.
we skipped
past
tomorrows yesterday


that would make today


delusional

like

we
skipped
?












...
..
.
ever had
an
...
..
.
lost opportunities
are our
sorrows
the
morrow


has no
lost
opportunities
?













...
..
.
dust
...
..
.
the first will be last
the last will
be
first


be
cause


the first were here first
they will be last
be
cause
they were


an named different first


the last will be first
because
they
knew
that name
first

can you
read
geeze us

you can feel
Jesus

that's why they will be last
we will be the first
and the last
to
know

who really reads

are we that delusional

how much breath

do we have

left

to

be taken

the first will
be
the
last
?










...
..
.
a lot
of
people's
...
..
.
was her thumb an finger
?





...
..
.
pathetically
...
..
.
#me
she blew me
an
kiss

it
flew
through
the
circle

in
be
tween
her fingers
she blew
me
?






...
..
.
who was
chunking
...
..
.
she slit my wrist
because we knew
she would bleed
we
we're
sleeping

in
the
middle


of
her
dream

folded never creased
eliminated smiles
scent
of
the
deceased

an
other
scented
motion
blown
by
th­e
blowing

of
an
volcanos knows

melting down my sides
blood clenching fist
bleeding out
all
my
pride
she
slit
my wrist
?












...
..
.
...
..
.
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