Got Milk?A Poem by theunionisloud
blank pages, broken bones
How miracles work for the devil! woven syllogisms through hairline fractures enduring lateral streams in this mindless hoax. On and On, industrial affection if it works at all, it works for us ease mistaken for grace felt only when the thunder whips the calculating, mechanical rain, An aftershock. The law of the universe might not bid the act of love. Graphite tablets or pencil etchings, reflect your cares elsewhere. so long as it all comes back together, (back to us, or back to love)
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