Slammed

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I think, given this headache

All is credible and nothing is possible

See here, these long-deceived eyes

All the mimicry as parallels and delusion

Well, heart, or rather, once-well heart

You will run the defense once again

ink dogs

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An abrasion there, on an inky finger, both hard-earned

Zest and zeal in the palm of a humble hand

Awestruck there

The noise is different down here, though

Mad-dogs and hurricanes at your back

A inhumane society nipping at random achilles

Sleepless here

Court Time

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Something so delicious, I’d coach you if you asked

When you lay it all down at the end of a Day

Aching in your body but not in your heart

Then the special way to sleep, a position most perfect

To taste what I’m talking, all I can offer you is practice

Soda

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Where were we recently, beautiful boy, where you sat so close to me -bubbling happily at having used your voice- and smiled, finally, finally receiving all you so earnestly wanted (a simple enough request, so why’d you been denied so long, we both thought simultaneously), for it’s only sugar, and, after all, what harm could it cause…what trouble might it make?

The Cost

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Herald horizon’s glow

The coming home

The glory of the toil

The warm haven waiting

For only you

And, because I once loved

I did, I know!

My heart breaks for you

Who’ll count the cost

To leave on heart lights

To stoke the soul’s fire

Who’ll sleep so alone

Green

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And when we’re nearly ninety-nine

Fading, yet certain of our fate and the love it made with us

Green still, relatively so

We’ll walk, treasuring the sands, the time