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Thursday, April 21, 2016

Exhale into our technicolor fibers, 
Swaddle our cells in golden iridescence.

You're my infallible, omnipresent Supernova.
Belly rise to the rhythmic grace of You.  

Flesh unchained to the sewage-swamp cellars of 
This cancerous womb,

And my toes seek the soil of their celestial source...

Unencumbered. 

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