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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

one eyed

the loosed serpent spent
the strike deadly and done
none are left
but the eyes maintain
their deadly vigilance
hung like flags defeated
the last bell mourns
this too lost
but none to sound retreat
I am found alas
too late and
will never come running home
the sweetest kiss
the last i've ever known
from lips too long parted
my fevered wish
the emptiness
has found in me its truth
a falseness divinely started

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