Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
This is between us understand   you must   swear by your shadows, by the ghosts that eclipse you always under threat of banishment and...
I could paint you the way a man would the brutish, harsh lines that cut across your features flat, unseeing orbs that gawk at both...
I feel as if I can live forever Currents ruffling the hairs on my skin littered with mounds Waves swelling through my dilated pores pumping...
I love eating meat, fruit, even the godforsaken vegetables, I love eating.   I love chewing sinews, tendons, leathery bits, I love chewing...
what does this all mean? love love love love i want to throw up, my hands up   i want to go bald with force yank all my roots for free dom...

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