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Oh, the state of subdivided cruelty. A lot to laugh, the misery of conditions, Which teach us that the mighty sword will lop me from contact with you... You are the All-arms of the Mother whom I forgot... Without you; a lack of emptiness; most terrible of all strains. NOW, the terror mounts, the re-built garden is under fire... Will home hold fast by it's golden hair? Strenuous over the abyss, holding our peace, we wait for re-constitution.... |
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| petit potiron |
The world is coming apart, Madness in the skies, Yelling across borders, Suspicion among neighbours. We are falling apart, Pieces that once fit together, Widening rifts in a breaking whole, Our fingertips sliding past. I used to say I love you. I know I did. I know I did. I too am fragmenting, I feel it. Like a cookie dunked in milk, Like a glass, after the flashing arc, Impacts the kitchen tiles. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? |
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