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The legends they told me
of loves that did not return
and hours without passing time.
Sound of leaves and wind
cause strange pain
revolts in the naked entrails.
Vomiting sour blood,
chills of nausea and fear,
after reckoning
your perfect forms remain.
And the black silk of your skin
your sparse and fine hair
as dessert candy
after nightmare feet.
A sour hope
invitations to the dance
hollow void of traps.
PAR
of loves that did not return
and hours without passing time.
Sound of leaves and wind
cause strange pain
revolts in the naked entrails.
Vomiting sour blood,
chills of nausea and fear,
after reckoning
your perfect forms remain.
And the black silk of your skin
your sparse and fine hair
as dessert candy
after nightmare feet.
A sour hope
invitations to the dance
hollow void of traps.
PAR
Published 8th Mar 2023
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