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#1
In the antic dark
Two swift affections collide
Borning numb kigo.
#2
A slow concussion
Begins her tender lysis,
Empties the slow bone.
#3
He hollows his needs
To a lunatic patience
While coarse hands winter.
#4
No, I don’t love you
No, you are not beautiful
As a raw mortal.
#5
A weird Y divines
Your narrow chest, offering
A rare white flower.
#6
A sad apathy
Absolves us, so we bend low
Dumbly genuflect.
#7
His accusations
Cilice our dim silences
Leaving a red band.
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The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.
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