glory and gore.
flowing limber on command.
every sliver of killing silence
forms the stones of calculated courtship.
you found enlightenment chasing
modern romance for broken coquettes lapping
up the coded semantics of court jesters.
i can swallow your name smooth
like a hymn or a curse or clean river water.
but it makes me smaller,
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