mission accomplished, more banged up than before
miserable town, frowning boy down, corner of the couch, corner of the bed
no coffee smell toffee, wonderworks of crystal, spindling light of internal echo.
dangerous is my name should i be pulled from you like a fishhook,
a harpoon of lust, of an unlived life as some one else. You changed me.
In the shade of familial distrust, lion lays, lion starves, lion groans a weak retort,
smeared along dust and blown away with the magic of cricket chirps and sun blaring white
fading to dusk.
I am complete. Sorrowful hound, muzzle draped along the rocky shore by the waves.
I turn into a flock of seagulls. I'm gone, like a turpentine in the pond.
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