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True being on the shelf
Health is but a spell
Spoken
(word)
True being on the shelf
Health is but a spell
Spoken
(word)
What you do, 2nd person
Fused:
Narrative tools
discarded verse in waste bin pools
Heart murmur upon the breast stroke
Beneath the ribs he spoke them
Blood pumped notes
Clots blotted hemoglobin
Ceased speech only open for refusing claims (impotent)
local to the consciousness of slowed love potions
But let him see
The possibility
Without the shell
Mentally, physically
And let him be
What he wants
When he's free
sh**
But a walk throughout the park
His wish alone
Glued to cathode
Hoop dreams of pre-kissed prince toad:
Master of his chiefdom
Seen some
Most illusory
Province where his heart rung, tongue
Wrung sponge, squeezed
At shy 12 ‘yo rhythm
Shards, myself, I
Coat hanger to attach
Lay rest, my sides
To be dealt
Without stealth
Bleeding heart
To be felt
Memories, welts
To be felt
True being on the shelf
Health is but a spell
Spoken
(word)
True being on the shelf
Health is but a spell
Spoken
(word)