Poezie
Sharp as teeth and stars
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I’m the lonely summer flutter,
Breezy symphony of wings,
And yet tangled up in matter,
Your convulsions do not cease.
I’m the May of seasons’ purged,
Last was laughter, now there’s loathing,
Could not have been left indulged,
Broken down by all this flooding
Swamp emotions, autumn’s turn,
I lie bare at your feet,
Bred of warmth, too numb to burn,
All I share is deceit….
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