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Your smile emerges from a numb street
Your sayings sooth me and reveal Teeth I could trust, moved forth and then receding Within the fuzzy vowels of your complacent wisdom. You’ve entered a land that spreads a thousand miles away But you could not peel the soundproof oubliette Tucking it in each night. You stretched your hands towards me And failed to see that mine were tied; You could not hear a voice that stirs Death sentences enraged to be distracted From pious masturbations, And nonetheless, the voice embraces them as private eye-frowns Each time it dares to utter… And thus you could not hear Words tortured in oriental fashions While drowned in their placenta. You see that I am on the sleazy side of ribbons The white I wear from time to time Is always devoid of symbols But still, your smile carries on, Either eyeless, or in spite of me Forever hand-raised, kindly sending me Ballet invitations, Dying to be sincerely mine…
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