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Treason
We found each other with a smile that stirred the primal and divine. Because your insipid— choice was in me, I’m on cloud nine. The breath of love is a fog that shrouds all rhyme and reason. I know not yet the origin of this love that committed treason. I left my mind cowed and…
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Surgery
Our suckled wants lay exposed on metal, where surgeons’ tools reveal their bleeding truth Synthetic light glares upon open breasts Her ersatz smile, pierced by love’s incision Through stagnant days I see you watching and waiting for my fear to end this surgery. Your skin I cut through while I search for…
