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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Sep 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.06.15.22.6685]] |
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Soul inhabitant: Crawl out from me with The same agility you came. Leave my remains intact. Replenish the nourishment, Gather your poise. Soul inhabitant: Loosen your grasp on The wings I need to fly. I await your mercy with idle limbs. This provisional territory you created Was an emotional slight against me. Soul inhabitant: Rescue me from the peril, Knowing you are gone. Love's first cut bleeds longest; Leaving the deepest scar to be healed. You, all too encumbered, should be tender. Soul inhabitant: Go no more to our secret places. Words of import seep from crevices in Walls you built up with silk and flax. Private thoughts and touches are The foods for petulant hearts. |