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Thee Longing of a Shortfall wit(love)in AnOtherWorld

blowin'thrown, [in thee]
� � �throes of
� � � � � � � motto undeserv'd
� � �of th'word they be ritten
� � �wit,
never'a'gain,[p'haps?], to
suckle a goddess'flower
� � �[p'chance?], how
sweet it woulda been, how
nice to remember again to forget all that
� � �had t'be forgiven, &taste a taste
of lithelove's
� � �delicate weight upon yr
upon yr heartripped flesh'chest......

whatever it takes was took & gone, so seems, all
�th'years[of]this century,[of]
� � �a resurrection joke in
� � � � a dumb new(self-same)world rage'ringin loud
� � � � � � it's egowail dumBellrattleclang
of every godfucking aged aging dying
� � �Me who defended'limply against death
wit
manufactured diversion,distraction,fatsoaked bread &
� � �a'muse circus-industry of that very
� � � � death wee hide from, as painted/depicted
� � � � � � in hues of someone'else's paid-for blood.

when thee wherefore of phantasy is ever delayed, yet all ways pending in our florid'maginations,

wee'd make-a-belief of slip'sliding thru each other's flesh,
� � � � �greased of our mingled oils,
� � �at the seaing edge of th'known world,
� � � � � � so bless'ed unknow'ble

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PHOTO; "Yr Unreachable Love" by: dkzk,3/9/2014
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