 Intergalactic Star Porthole
Or shall I call you by your government name? Uterus I am listening I have stopped wandering And come home to me Orange martyr I am grateful for your sacrifice Unravelling in her image Power be what is to the left in me Compassion be what grows In the flesh of me Reproduce with me All the stars of the galaxy
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AuthorI am a poet, for better or for worse. It is a way in my being that, ironically has no words. It is a way in my being that finds me when I, and helps me to, forget. I am a poet, for better or for worse. Archives
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