My desert magics long for rain
-so destitute
their ways nonplussed as they entrust their hearts to strange diseases -
All the gentle cojolings don't touch the hourly demolitions
that wander through me-
enough to discount the memories that personally dressed
the depravities
TEN MORE POUNDS
I'll astound these foes - disrobing my faults before them-
what WILL they care
Empty is my mind
the dye is cast
at last I'll find what DEATH means-
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