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soul mates
soul alike, soul
sisters, share the good times
swinging high and low, don't let go
my hand

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my hand
reaches for yours
across distance i feel
yours squeezing back and i know that
you're here

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You're here.
It's fall and I'd
like to trample sweet gum
pods and hear the weak ones cracking
like skulls.

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like skulls
trampled under
swift moving feet, cracking
bursting, shattered, a broken
window

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window
provides a view
one that I'm not allowed
each night I watch wishing that he
was mine

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was mine
morrissey's head
served on platter with grapes
consumed brains, zombeh everyday
panic

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panic
buttons are pushed
without any effort
other than a silent nod of
not now

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not now
gordias ties
instead of alex's
sword distract tongue against soft skin;
tingles

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Tingle
chafe, slide, and rake
nails over flesh demand
to hush your notion that I should
be meek.

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be meek
hide and tuck tail
squeeze tight to the corner
afraid of what life brings in the
spotlight

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Spot lights
my path.  His small
head light paves the way—runs
thru the dark path in his plastic
glow ball.

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glow ball
he's called, won't wear
his safety equipment
now he lies beside me glowing
mutant

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mutant
frankenstein lure
shelley, bryon, and you
delicious trinity twisting
my thoughts

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my thoughts
drift away far
from the ocean tide, I
ride the wave, feels like thunder this
ripple

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ripple
small disturbance
building until circles
capsize paper dreams and pirates;
whirlpool