If night is my lover
Then she needs to leave
Because my mistress day
Is poking her head around the corner
And I’d hate to introduce the two.

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broken notes of desperation wash angrily
across frantic vancency, vessels screaming
pealing screaches - between panicked fossils
featuring deliverance from my empty wanderings
i miss you and your fucking.

See there? The children sit in circles -
Eyes attent, they recognize their fates
With acceptance. Not one makes a move.
Waiting patiently like a shadow
the light draws dim.
Their faces focus forward in time.

The children smile as they bleed blood frankly,
Not saying a word.
With purposed unhopefulness
They dream of a change.

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i am a growing piece
of born and raised significance
gently bleeding showers
of life's cascading sequence
across the skies again
this 'morn.