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all is ill is all
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Poetry this is the purity of man
this voice, still wet from a rubber sea
dead in the city of sun
filling journals and jobs
lost in the kicking sand
where you kiss like a ghost
but hurt like a heart
in my head, the stars
the host, a skeleton wish
wear the darkness
for all is ill
until the silence is forgiven
and the smoke is only winter
once was a pleading call
twice for you
but no noose will call you cold
no hands will you be held
