lovers often lay you waste
where once the hand
a hair away from heaven shuddered
now I shrink fear
the aftertaste the chalk
screeching on the board
write my love and
liar poems of the
twentieth century
when
all the mirrors smashed
machines acquired a brain and happiness
the enterprise of solitude
replaced
that friction rubbed up kissed out
ground into the soul alongside the one
true other I so truly felt that it was you
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