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Poetry

Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity Why sadists lick blood off the tines of their forks – spooning cuddlers caress longing in language And when one sits without love – poetry

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