Inflection
The true aim is desire.
I'll email you why.
A heave of smoke vanishing,
blacker than coal.
~
The Mimosa
Permanent years have refused contact. A
contrast of space, the center the swell
that grows inside. It resides as
something to deny eventually.
~
The Paradigm
I love you, idiot.
Read closely
If you want to
Know how deep.
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