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poetry is dead,
and so is the poet.

I don't want somebody to love me.
Give me charcoal,
and a face.

Lips perched,
I flee ( I always do).

release me.
release me.
iron and gray,
release me.

an invitation for me,
thank you.

thinking,
plotting,
plans go awry.
i try.

fastened to the breeze,
brains are tools.
advancements.

progressive income tax.

sillouettes and silk,
blushing.

turning away from the sun,
light reminds me.
as does the dark.
we miss.
I missed.

Four.