Love does not lie to you
when war falls over your face
like a troubled shaw–interests
accrue unseen, and when you think
about those small riddled warmths before
waking, next to Mary–walked all over
this place where the soil no longer
speaks–sang truth shut in, sang truth
to everything that doesn't deserve
her touch–my voice still drying

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No More Movements…

Lewis LaCook –>Poet-Programmer|||http://lewislacook.corporatepa.com/|||


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