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Dream of TiananmenThey lie with the covers forgotten Hands cold on each others skin Remembering The red sound of death.Dream of Tiananmen
Hands cold on each others skin Pale as hunger The red sound of death Like paper lanterns glowing.
Pale as hunger They stare into a darkness Like paper lanterns glowing There was no massacre.
They stare into a darkness Remembering There was no massacre They lie with the covers forgotten.


Fledglings.We kissed. Through luminescent breaths I acquiesced. A clavicle that yawns to meetFledglings.
Your feathered chest. Soft eggshell shapes in golden thread Of other girls you wanted Other lips That sang through strings beneath
Your haunted ribs.
We kissed In silhouettes that touch Blind fingertips.
The song of nerves In parts on pathways learned By heart.
Our heavy smiles Roosting on faces bright, A thousand miles of night Wrapped in warm stars.
We kissed- Towards the shimmer of a dying sun We run with shado
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Karma is not the bitch. You are
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