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The Dark Cheeks of KD Lang
It must be the march of the brave souls
of the drawing of the truth
of the giant magnet
of life itself given here
under my skin.
Hope, dark and thick
always through a narrow time
Oh, and the constant hunger of wisdom
always hungry, always have been
Thursday 12th July 2012 12:32 am
solemnity
Once you had your images.
Cardiac tamed by the smile
behind the name.
Secrets that you’ve
hymn drawn
to your later
arrow eyes.
You are my pen
after the punishment.
Once you had your heart,
But it came out garbled.
Saturday 16th June 2012 4:58 pm
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