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Published: Jun 21, 2014

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morse code upon collarbones and
sun-bleached smiles. she
wasn't ready. she wasn't ready.

he had open arms like
the song about the london bridge;
chlorine baptized him a new
man. innocent, innocent,

what did you see
when you kissed her? the
pearls upon the waves, the
silence upon the shore. was it
quiet enough to hear
the break? thunderous blue, the
chasms of her eyes.
I was
there. never
present, in the body
that doesn't fit, I watched
you murder the sky. I wasn't ready
I wasn't ready; I swallowed a dream and
vomited blood and somehow
I can't clean myself out.
I can't brush the taste of me
from my own mouth.
I've become the constellations
wrapped gently around my
legs.
it comes to this.
she asks why are
your hands shaking?
I say it's a seasonal
affliction

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JWA2277

Aug 21, 2014

it is an interesting use of visual and written words. Something I am inspired to try.

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