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disaster in the flesh (Free verse) by Crakyamuni She sees the warmth drip from him
low and ascending, arms pressed in
how she never stays at the last juncture
never a kiss goodnight
Her glances search past the moment like lost moths
time now a blunder
in all it's glorious delusion
you find her in the wake of this
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