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RENEWAL Growth Such vertiginous folly, Were these paths  Vines How thick and knotted They’d knuckle With the failure of shuttered hopes And wasted first kisses, Thorns marking  Every heartbreak, Drawing beaded crimson From pricked fingertips  Seeking to heal and affirm Such restless waking  That fled beds at dawn, Sherbet sun dripping  Across seed and sweat-soiled […]

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Strangling the sun, the air in suffocated gasps drawn through struggling lips; what an eclipse tongue plays over heart. In orbit, strangely in control of each hope, each sentiment, the two rarely align and mystery swirls in the spaces between, cracks and crags eager like wet sex for domination by the thick length of desire. […]

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