The Soft Killing-

by Poet on the Piano   May 20, 2011


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We are equally becoming decapitated,
losing arms of honor
and breasts of beloved strength.
The only way to find each other
is to touch flesh of our eyes,
seeing illuminations at rise.
Voices destructed-
dances forbidden-
bodies sashaying backwards-
we die in a nameless world
finding death a solution,
to dark and tumbling breaths.

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5/7/2011.

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