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CARCASSES
Primitive and unrefined,
Would be the adjectives defined
The abyss that exists between
A lover's womb of deficiency.
Unusual and awkward,
Words are picked and parted
And the dissection of the truth
Leaves the halves in parted clues.
Carcass of your animal,
and the burial of your disease
Left nothing in the spaces
For a sensual release.
Beneath and amongst,
the antidotes for lust
and all ends are untied
For the leftovers of us.
15CANVAS
Paint it death, and call it life.
Stroke it deep, and spread it far.
Brush it red, and make it circle.
Canvas empty, hear it gurgle.
Paint it hate, and call it love.
Stroke it hard, and spread it fast.
Brush it black, and make it shout.
Canvas empty, feel it crack.
Paint it virgin, and call it whore.
Stroke it light, and spread it more.
Brush it white, and stain it red.
Canvas empty, maidenhead.
Paint it blood, and call it water.
Stroke it smooth, and spread it farther.
Brush it blue, and make it holy.
Canvas empty, fill it slowly. |
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