Wednesday, May 6, 2009

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le coeur qui fremit.
shatters, sparkling hair sized fractures,
spider web break.
destroyed with horse blinders
and silence.
campfire under a boiling pot
with the broken porcelain
inside,
it scalds.
cold rain violently screams
for bodies to curl around
biceps, forearms, hands.
to press into soft,
to scent.
feet slam
wishing to break themselves
into hard wood.

the cause totally unforgiving
and unwilling to change.

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