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KNIVES
A cold prick
on the back of my neck
has me standing at attention
Down it tracks
Carving on my back
the terms of my surrender
The blade sinks in
to my mind and my skin
Reality fades to sensation
Cuts on my thighs
My chest, but my eyes
can only watch you in wonder
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UNBOUND
A full moon
Far from home
Frees the dreary soul
Hearts, hands, hips,
Touch, tickle,
Taste
Take what you can get
What is not yours
What is unbound
Unleashed
Unwound
By the coaxing glow
Of a distant globe
It flows
It grows
It goes, just
A little too far
We hide our faces
Behind fading stars
But there’s nowhere to run
Here comes the sun
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