Soot

By madamenreve

July 11, 2013

Category: poetry, writing

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That won’t do won’t be recited

Centaur left his bits behind

punish as able by rape

to mend the weapon

cleave and sand

Throat that wrote for

Up and against blood over book

that could name a quince

ripe that wins; compress to lose

gut that do to try it

Toulouse Lautrec; move on a dream

Bend on the line at the seam

Staff; a point on the itsy bitsy

Labial fidget a labrador

Live to roam; like a roman

Up and down to the silent master

contemplate that; less of restrain

as fray the foot

estuary

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