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subspace erotica

your heartbeats are radio waves in the galaxy
and every star, every planet, every lost and
stunningly true civilization hears it beneath them.
no amount of chest beating and self pitying will
change that -- your hands weave poetry into the
skins of the dying, deft fingers constantly working.
but they mar your skin in fleeting dreams and
bygone memories, you are the vastness of space
with all of the death and none of the reward.

30 Jul 16

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Nice work... Too bad it's been polluted with SPAM already.  Same thing happens with my stuff.  Wish we could protect our site better, but I know that Donald does the BEST that he can with what he has to work with...
 — aforbing

VERY nice work!! (but I think I may have already read this & scored it b4)
 — aforbing