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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Tattered raptures

All is wind and breathless abandon
Spellbindingly wrapped in tattered raptures
Cruel crush of flesh, besieged sapiens
My seamless robe, shredded, flapping

Ripped veil hiding, my restless deep
Gritted, seething, unblinking salt
Gasping whore, freedom's torn maiden
Mythic soul searching for reasons

Naked flight to dawn's far shore
Wretched apparel lays discarded
Filthy rags, my soul's poor catalyst
Threadbare nude, smiling at last

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