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Un’risqué
pillaged and
stolen from the safety of
my laced blossom print’d
abaya
which covers the parts
of me that are often left
rawly exhibited
depths - perplex’d
a moribund kaleidoscope
view
-rearranging
the notion of my body
can't deny this pain of
something seemingly tiny ,
rippling
untouchable
lodg’d under ribs
- 'i cough’ a trail of rose
petals on the floor '
as my instincts
metamorphs into a room
for pinn’d butterflies'
slow breaths summarises
a treatise in everything
of here
of this
of was
of there
of somewhere of is
of why...
only to return;
pushing forth vast seas
of salt
i type nothing
i give too much of some
thing to say goddamn
nothing
i add nor taketh away
..nothing
yet i leave nothing out
to keep what is broken
..close
while watching candles burn on the edges of an anonymous canal...much needed
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