Hollow Gram

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our lives split between milking value
out of time spent with some unloved
and the times castrated by a beauty
we yearn to spend all we can to love
if you’ve nothing to live to give then
quit and go echo the rhythm in flesh
do the art in part by blowing another
suck till you cannot breathe but drip
ooze up in sighs till the very last inch
the pulse continues in who you bring
into hollow grams from a holy space
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L.


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Your love helps me write something worth reading or do something worth writing. Thanks, L.

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