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sealed to a grave where your hands should be
mandolyn

here  i am not a soiled star    this fall from your fingertips
 1
so sweet  between your thumbs    there is meaning  lurking
 2
in the mud hook      wasteful of my wrists    i push us down
 3
a slide  busy with reflection      tongue of land    let me sink
 4
 
 
into the dimples of the sea      your grip won't notice    watch
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laurels tear  against love's thread      it's been done    take notice
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how i cross you    an aster with no stem    i only flake    
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around the bee    your sting  inside me    blanketing the throb  
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what my heart used to do      crowd the day with heat    catch woe
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my verbs in mitts      a brief collection of your movement    a want
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where i arrive  torched  in soft behavior    hush the devils under
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your language    ask  who are they?    ask the roses  how to sail
 12
 
 
back to the days  i didn't disappoint you      when ships roared
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when the thrones in your eyes  scattered    as i knelt    like tokens
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talking to the rocks    that wealthy nod  i miss      that hurtle
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after every all-time low    when i hung my mouth  before you
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26 Jan 16

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your grip won't notice is unpleasant to me. it's like that body part thing again.

tokens talking to the rocks is nonsense - Otherwise fairy decent read.

Cheers,
 — PollyReg

I dig the title. Interesting format. Very fluid piece. It left me reading it again & again. Nice!
 — unknown

i feel so sad reading this.....so poignant....i just wish i could give you a hug.....
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